Chapter 267: Paris vs Menelaus!

Menelaus stepped forward, his sword gleaming in the sunlight. "Very well, Paris. Let's see if you're worth anything more than the words you spew."

The battlefield grew silent as the warriors formed a rough circle, all eyes fixed on the two men who now stood as symbols of the war's stakes. Above, the figures on Troy's walls watched with bated breath, the tension so thick it seemed to halt time itself.

This was no longer just a fight. It was a reckoning.

At the same time, two radiant figures descended from the heavens, their divine presence visible only to a select few. The air grew heavy with the weight of their power, the faint shimmer of their ethereal forms captivating all who could behold them.