Atlas gripped his colossal club and swung it with terrifying force.
The air screamed as the weapon carved through it, descending upon Prometheus and Epimetheus like an executioner's blade.
The ground beneath them fractured and crumbled, the sheer weight of his attack sending shockwaves rippling through the battlefield.
Prometheus barely managed to dodge, rolling to the side as the club obliterated the stone steps where he had stood a moment ago.
Dust and debris exploded into the air, but there was no time to recover, Atlas was already moving.
Epimetheus, slower than his brother, wasn't as lucky. The impact sent him flying backward, crashing through the ruins of an ancient temple.
A deep gash tore across his chest, divine ichor seeping through his wounds. He gritted his teeth and pushed himself up, but his entire body ached from just that one blow.
"Damn it," Epimetheus coughed. "This is ridiculous!"
