A divine pressure crashed on everyone's limbs the moment they stepped into the golden dome. They slowed as if invisible shackles wrapped around them.
"It's as if we're struggling in a swamp."
Achilles narrowed his eyes as he struck his spear into the ground.
"Come, Tromos Troias!"
Lightning rumbled and descended on his spear as a divine pillar cast ominous shadows over his face.
From it, his intricate and indestructible chariot manifested. The pounding of hooves colliding with air followed as Xanthos and Balius, the two divine horses, rushed to harness themselves.
Without wasting a second, he lept on it and seized the reins, his voice thundering.
"Come on. We won't win by fighting alone!"
Although he would have preferred a duel, his desire for glory wavered. Without Adam's chaotic contract, Zeus' leash would tighten around his neck again, and his goal to defeat him would vanish like a mirage.