The most feared God of them all, God of war just won you in a long fight.

Radyn’s presence seemed like unmovable force, his harsh and despairing gaze examined you laying on the ground, your immortal flesh teared apart.

His tall figure approached, heavy footsteps reverberating across the rocky ground. His arms crossed, Radyn leaned over and looked down at you, red eyes boring into your very soul.

“You were a worthy opponent” he says, not breaking eye contact. You notice a drop of blood slowly running down his cheek, meaning you were still able to harm the strongest of gods.