The temple shook as Hades and Iapetus charged at each other.
There was no fanfare. No declarations of war. No grandiose displays of power.
Just pure combat.
Instinctively, the two recognized each other as a warrior and a fellow master of spear.
Naturally, their pride as spear master would like for them to prove who between them is superior.
The sound of their spears clashing against one another sent shockwaves through the massive chamber, the force alone splintering the stone pillars that held up the temple's ceiling.
Iapetus, the Titan of Mortality, was a warrior of brute strength and overwhelming force.
His spear struck like a comet, each thrust meant to kill in one decisive blow. His movements were swift but heavy, each one carrying enough power to tear through mountains.
Hades, however, was a shadow in motion.
He danced around Iapetus's relentless attacks with inhuman grace, his footwork impeccable, his spear an extension of his will.
