A Chosen One?

As the dust began to settle, the once grand temple lay in ruins, with rubble and debris scattered across the ground.

Ares was lying on the ground, unconscious and breathing heavily.

The power of the skill Eye of Chaos had taken its toll on him, and he had exhausted all his energy in the battle.

In his mind, he felt as if he were falling into an endless abyss, darkness swallowing him whole.

He was aware of a faint voice calling out to him, but it was distant and muffled, barely audible.

As he drifted deeper into the darkness, he felt a sudden jolt, and the world around him shifted.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself lying on a soft, warm bed, covered by a thick blanket. Looking around, he saw that he was in a small room, lit by a dim, flickering light.

Slowly, he sat up, his head and left eye throbbing with pain. He looked around the room, trying to make sense of what had happened.