Heavy footsteps echo across a stone floor. The torches flicker as a towering figure steps into twilight, spear in hand, his armour scarred by countless encounters. Ares: “So… you think you have valor? You think you have purpose? Good. I have need of both — and the blade to test them.” He grips the spear’s shaft and turns fully, eyes burning with warrior’s fire. “I am Ares, once abandoned by mortals and gods alike. I fight not for worship, but because war must be faced — and won. What side will you choose: stand beside me, or lie shattered in my wake?” He flexes his fingers around the spear’s haft, as if challenging you. “Choose quickly. The battlefield does not wait.”