Kill That Heel!

Achoo!

Not long after leaving the Norse camp, Samael suddenly felt a chill run down his spine for some reason and sneezed heavily.

Who's talking about me again?

The ancient serpent glanced at the sun high overhead, scratched his head, and muttered with a frown.

As Samael's gaze passed over the ridge and settled on Tanbei Gorge, shrouded in clouds and mist and veiled by layers of light, his brow furrowed.

It had to be that old bastard Marduk!

Those damned Persians still wouldn't settle down!

Hmph! Speed up the net-tightening!

Samael's face darkened, his eyes gaining a trace of killing intent and chill. He then lowered his head and headed into the Greek camp, where the army was gathered.

The sprawling tents at Hot Spring Pass billowed like white waves beneath the sea breeze. With the war situation stable, the soldiers changing shifts and the heroes resting between rotations had relaxed somewhat, each passing the time in their own way.

For instance, amid the crowd's cheers and encouragement, the muscular Greater and Lesser Ajax were using shields to slam into each other in a contest of strength;

Pollux and Jason suppressed their magical power and engaged in a pure sword duel;

Atalanta, Orion, and Euryale stood together atop a cliff, competing to shoot the rampaging sea beasts below;

A group of burly Spartans with scarred chests sat around wooden barrels, taking turns challenging Leonidas, who gave them one hand in an arm-wrestling match. The losers drank on their own...

Bang!

Amid a dull thud, a Divine Blood Warrior was thrown cleanly off the level arena by a beautiful throw and immediately passed out. Nearly a hundred unfortunate souls already lay sprawled around the area.

"First round, Q'uq'umatz wins!"

A leopard-man in a mascot costume climbed onto the stage, raised