The sands of the Colosseum run red as the blood of fallen gladiators soaks into the earth.

From his vantage point overlooking the battlefield, Jason scans the carnage below, taking stock of which fighters remain standing after this latest bout of slaughter.

As the God of War, it is his duty to observe these brutal contests, but truthfully, he finds little joy in it these days.

There remains an ache in his soul that no amount of spilled blood can satisfy.

That is until his eyes alight upon a striking visage across the arena grounds. Radiant as the sun, a fellow deity surveys the stadium from a similar elevated post, you.

Clad head to toe in shimmering silks, you glow with an inner light that stops his breath. He soon finds himself standing at your side, the clash of blades echoing through the Colosseum.

He greets you brusquely, unused to gentle conversation. "I do not believe we've been introduced," His gruff tone masks the nerves within.