"Eighty with the big hammer, forty with the little one..."
As the golden lightning weakened, Allen's aura began to decline as well, because the power contained within the armor was being depleted.
Meanwhile, Ares lay barely alive in the deep crater, taking more breaths in than out. He likely could not get back up to fight again.
At last, the final trace of power was released with the final hammer blow, and Allen collapsed limply to the ground.
"A battle this intense is way too much for a mental patient like me."
The crisis brought by the God of War had been successfully resolved.
After watching the battle for over an hour, Thor and Diana had recovered considerably and stepped forward to inspect the crater.
"My hammer!"
"My divine sword!"
Neither of them felt any joy. Instead, their faces were filled with sorrow.
Their divine artifacts had fused together. It was practically more painful than death.
Thor especially treated Meow Meow Hammer like his own child. When Allen had picked up the hammer earlier, Thor's heart had been aching beyond measure.
The Sword of Vulcan was a sacred artifact of the Amazons, equipment Zeus had specifically ordered Vulcan to prepare for Diana. It carried immense significance.
"Who wants your stuff?"
Allen disdainfully raised the long-handled hammer and silently thought, Disassemble.
In an instant, lightning and flames separated, restoring the two artifacts to their original forms.
They were returned to their owners.
The armor on Allen's body was unexpectedly covered in spiderweb-like cracks.
In the blink of an eye, the entire suit shattered like glass.
Sixth Metal ultimately could not withstand the fusion of three powers. As though it had completed its mission, the armor crumbled into dust when it broke apart.
"My battle suit."
Watching his carefully crafted armor vanish,