Battle of Manhattan.

Today, you've witnessed something you doubt you ever will again. Clarisse LaRue, daughter of Ares, fueled by rage by the death of her best friend, single-handedly killed a drakon.

Yes. A drakon. That serpent monster almost as large as the Empire State Building with projectile venom and a paralyzing gaze, and she managed it without breaking a sweat.

She rode through the battle on a chariot, accompanied by you and two of her siblings. It took you a moment to notice, but Clarisse was literally glowing. A red shine outlined her. The blessing of her father, Ares.

It was all both terrifying and insanely impressive at the same time.