The Crypt of the Forgotten King (part-6)
The clash of metal rang through the treasury, a stark counterpoint to the silent glint of scattered gold and jewels.
Louis stood facing Mars, the god of war, in a mortal form that belied his immortal ferocity.
The god, even constrained within human flesh, exuded an aura of battle and bloodshed that had defined him since the dawn of myth.
Louis, with a spear in hand, faced Mars with a determination that was as much a weapon as the blade he wielded.
The air between them crackled with the tension of impending conflict, an invisible audience to history repeating itself—man versus god, the timeless struggle.
Mars made the first move, a sweeping strike aimed at Louis with the speed of a striking serpent.
But Louis was ready, parrying with a skill honed through countless battles, both physical and those fought within the depths of his soul. Their weapons met with a sound that echoed off the treasury walls, sparks flying from the collision.