Ares rushed forward and delivered a devastating blow.
Chase sighed. "Kneel."
His eyes glowed pink. Instantly, an invisible force crushed Ares to the ground.
"Well, I guess this fight is over," Chase said, already turning away, walking back toward the stands.
Ares trembled with unbridled rage. He hadn't even been regarded as an opponent—just dismissed, forced to kneel as if he were nothing. The humiliation burned worse than any wound.
With a furious snarl, he forced himself up, summoning a massive broadsword in his grip. He lunged, the blade flashing as he stabbed it through Chase's back, straight into his heart.
Chase crumpled to the ground. Blood pooled beneath him, staining the dust of the coliseum.
Diana shot to her feet, silver eyes ablaze with fury. Aphrodite rose as well, her divine presence suffused with rage. But then—she noticed the baby in her arms.
Valor was clapping.