War was on the verge of erupting.
Fury nearly consumed Namor's reason, but he did not choose to attack first.
He was at a disadvantage, and his odds of winning were practically zero.
"Ares, you descended into the mortal world. Aren't you afraid of punishment from the Council of Gods?" Diana asked gravely.
It was common knowledge on Themyscira that the Council of Gods was forbidden from meddling in mortal affairs.
Asgard and Olympus were no longer on the current planet.
And the various pantheons abided by their agreement, able only to interfere with the mortal world indirectly.
Themyscira was the spokesperson for the Olympian pantheon.
Angels descending into the mortal world could not reveal themselves before mortals. Instead, they were responsible for assisting clergy in fighting demons from hell.
Only Asgard could appoint a god to arrest gods who descended to the mortal world without permission.
Of course, lowly old gods like the Shark God were not qualified to join the Council of Gods. Even remaining in the mortal world could get them killed by powerful humans.
Strictly speaking, Namor could kill the Shark God alone.
Other than their long lives, lowly old gods had no notable combat prowess or magic.
"If we feared the Council of Gods, we would never have met, sister."
Though Ares the God of War called her sister, he did not possess the slightest notion of familial affection.
As the God of War, only slaughter and death could stir his emotions.
"I want to answer!"
Allen raised his hand high, looking like an exemplary student volunteering to answer a teacher's question. He kept chanting, "Ask me, ask me..."
"You talk."
Diana replied irritably.
He had ruined the atmosphere she had built up.
"Yes, I can finally spoil it." With a thoroughly satisfied expression, Allen