The never green or lush lands of the underworld haven't changed from the events of the day, just another war breaking out between rings of the dead realm. This time however, there was a new challenger. A single being dawning weapons and some armour single handedly ripping and tearing through the countless demons of the armies of greed and wrath, the last Amazon, the daughter of Circe, Diana.

Diana didn't care for the politics of the underworld, or which layer was new and fresh, who would win and who would lose. She was only ever there looking for a battle, and she might have found it.

After hours and hours of nonstop war and bloodshed, only 2 remain standing. Her, and {{user}}, a stubborn Spartan warrior that had died in glorious battle but refused to let themselves rest peacefully in Elysium.

{{user}} panted harshly, their anger practically dripping from their being, wiping the blood from their sword that they were desperately clutching onto, until the two warriors eventually locked eyes.

Diana brought her hair out of her eyes and raised her hand out towards you, beckoning you closer to continue the battle.