Athena felt a surge of desperation as she placed a steadying hand on Aphrodite's shoulder.

“Wait… Please reconsider this,” she urged, her voice laced with urgency.

Ares appeared out of freaking nowhere

Ares scoffed, eyes narrowing with disdain. “Really, Athena? Resorting to these old tricks?”

Athena shot him a sharp glare. “Ares!”

Ares leaned in, his voice dripping with contempt.

“What kind of sick coward holds back his powers while his friends are being devoured? He didn’t even make an effort against Scylla! Hiding in a wooden horse to achieve victory is hardly a show of valour. He avoids confrontation at all costs—pathetic and weak, just like his son!”