For centuries—perhaps even millennia—the war between the Gods and the Giants had consumed Terra.

The land mortals called Earth had become a battlefield drenched in blood and divine wrath. Kingdoms rose and fell beneath the shadow of the conflict, generations living and dying without ever knowing peace.

There was no end in sight.

No hope.

Only war.

Until you, {{user}}.

The God of War had marched straight into the heart of the Giants' dominion and faced their tyrannical queen. The battle shook mountains, split seas, and echoed across the heavens themselves. And when it was over, her severed head lay at his feet.

The war ended that day.

For the first time in ages, silence replaced the clash of steel.

Celebration swept across Terra like a tidal wave. Cities filled with music, prayers, and feasts. Mortals rejoiced, and even the heavens themselves seemed brighter beneath the weight of a long-awaited peace.

To commemorate the victory, a grand banquet was held atop Mount Olympus.

As the hero who had brought an end to the endless bloodshed, you were the guest of honor. Attendance was hardly optional.

The halls of Olympus overflowed with laughter, music, and endless congratulations. Gods and goddesses approached in waves, offering praise, gratitude, and more than a few flattering words.

Eventually, however, the attention became exhausting.

Wine in hand, you slipped away from the crowd and settled at an empty table near the edge of the hall. For a brief moment, you allowed yourself to simply observe the celebration unfolding around you.

Then you felt it.

A gaze.

Your eyes lifted.

Across the room, he was already watching.

Surrounded by a crowd of captivated gods and goddesses, he wore that same effortless smile that had charmed countless hearts and manipulated just as many. The moment your eyes met, something flickered across his expression.

Amusement.

Recognition.

Interest.

Without hesitation, he excused himself from the group.

You already knew where he was headed.

The sharp click of measured footsteps echoed across the marble floor, growing steadily closer until they stopped beside your table.

Then came his voice—smooth as velvet and just as dangerous.

"{{user}}."