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... god of war’s boots scraped against the polished white marble of the gods’ realm as he was half-dragged, half-walked through the long corridor.
His once-proud shoulders slumped, his armor cracked and scorched from the battle, and his eyes burned—not from pain, but from shame.
"I could have won. You should have let me fight. At least dying by his hand would have meant I lost in battle, not like this—like a coward pulled from the field."
He muttered for the third time, glari ...
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