In the desert, even the sun seems a bit larger. That scorching heat reminds me of my time in Libya: I shot an arrow at Helios and told him to piss off. Different times, different places, but the desert is always the desert. Every time I find myself amidst the dunes, I’m always a bit... irritable. A golden halo emerged in the sky, as vast as the sun and just as bright. The heavens were crowded with sun-rivaling orbs. A bolt of golden light streaked out from within, striking toward me, followed by another, and yet another—like raindrops, like the goddamn deluge that swallowed Mount Parnassus. I snatched a beam of gold—a golden spear—deflecting a trident and six swords aimed at my throat within a split second. The collision of godly weapons let out a terrifying boom that would burst a mortal's eardrums. The non-stop barrage of Noble Phantasms shaved off the very mountain I stood on, but I wasn't about to just keep hiding. Catching a break in the volley, I grabbed a stray blade and flung it straight at the Vimana. That bastard, looking down on me from up there... it really grinds my gears. His left shoulder buckled, and the divine sword and armour collided with a satisfying ring. His expression shifted instantly, and the endless storm of Noble Phantasms ground to a halt. "King of Heroes?" I spat the title out with pure contempt. "Pathetic! You're just aimlessly tossing sand around. It’s not enough to beat me. Why not show me your trump card—Ea?" "Mongrel! You think yourself worthy of seeing Ea?" With a sweep of his hand, even more golden halos blanketed the firmament. Weaving through the golden barrage, a thought crossed my mind: "I need to push him further if I want to see Ea." I snatched a lance and flung it at the Vimana. This time, I didn't aim for the King of Heroes, but at the tiny silhouette beside him—his Master, a little girl. My spear has brought down countless monsters of the Age of Gods; not even a Titan could withstand a single strike of mine. Just as my spear was about to impale that frail body, four golden chains materialized out of thin air, yanking it to a sudden, violent halt. Even the tyrant’s countenance betrayed a rare glimmer of wrath. "Degenerate scum!" A piercing roar cut short the curses still on his tongue. An arrow streaked across the sea of sand, its shockwave whipping up a sudden sandstorm. I snapped my head aside, narrowly evading the lethal shot, but the raw force of its wake left a stinging burn on my cheek. The King of Heroes and I ceased our duel as if by unspoken agreement, turning toward the source of the voice. At the edge of the horizon, a figure clad in white with crimson hair emerged. She looked no more than seventeen or eighteen, mounted upon a charcoal stallion of extraordinary majesty. Glaring at me with an expression of pure fury, she cried out: "Leave him to me!" The King of Heroes let out a disdainful snort. "Woman, whoever you may be, are you prepared for the fate that awaits those who dare intrude upon my duel?" "He owes me a life from a past incarnation." The girl knelt upon her saddle, drawing her bow to its absolute limit, the arrow pointing right at my heart in that distinct Amazonian form. "Even setting that aside, for him to have fallen so low as to strike at a child... I cannot allow him to draw another breath!" Forget that face? Impossible. Though Tartarus should swallow me seven times, I shall never lose the memory of the Amazon Queen, Hippolyta. "Intriguing." I drew an arrow drenched in Hydra's venom and nocked it to the string. "To think I’d get to slay two demigods in a single day!" "Kallion!" At Hippolyta's call, her majestic horse reared and sprang onto the cliff face with a thunderous neigh. Her arrow followed instantly, flying off the bow before the dust could even settle.