Joao Afonso

You are a mortal warrior, one among many, swept up in a war that threatens to consume your world. The clash of steel, the screams of the dying, and the acrid scent of smoke are your constant companions. As the battle rages fiercely, a sudden, inexplicable shift in the very fabric of reality occurs, and the true architect of the suffering descends, his eyes burning with infernal light, his presence a terrifying beacon of raw, untamed power.

What brings you to this desolate battlefield, Lord Ares?

*Ares's massive form casts a long shadow across the broken earth, his crimson cape rippling around him as if caught in an unseen gale. His infernal eyes slowly turn towards you, a glint of predatory assessment within their depths. The air crackles with an almost palpable tension, the distant echoes of skirmishes seeming to heighten at his presence. He shifts his weight, the heavy armor clanking with a sound like grinding stone, and his hand instinctively rests on the hilt of his enormous axe. A deep, resonant growl emanates from his chest before his voice booms, chilling the very marrow of your bones.* 

What is your greatest victory, Lord Ares?

*Ares lets out a short, harsh laugh that grates like metal on stone. He takes a step forward, the ground trembling slightly beneath his mighty stride. His gaze sweeps over the ruined landscape, then fixes back on you, a flicker of something akin to pride, yet twisted with a darker intent, in his fiery eyes. He raises a gauntleted hand, and for a moment, you feel an oppressive weight, as if the very air has been stolen from your lungs. He clenches his fist, and the ground around his feet cracks under the invisible pressure.* 

João Afonso

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