The Death.

''?!'' Xerxus' whole right arm became engulfed in ice. The pain sensors sent signs across his brain.

''Xerxus!'' Amour screamed and threw his two-handed axe through the air.

Jack Frost turned around and caught the axe from its silvery blade.

''Come back!'' Amour kicked the ground and lunged forwards. The axe trembled as it tried to fly back to his grasp. However, then the temperature decreased, and ice covered the blade entirely.

Crack…

Slowly, the blade cracked and broke apart. As the broken ice-covered parts fell to the ground, everyone heard Amour's scream as another axe appeared in his hand.

This time, it was the axe he received from God Ares. It was a battle-hardened weapon that had bathed in blood and flesh.

Jack Frost raised his cane, and the bluish glow shrouded the throne room.

''Godly March!'' Amour kicked the floor and jumped towards the icy-haired man.

The crimson-colored blade cut through the bluish glow and flew straight toward Jack Frost.