"Ares!"
Hera let out a sharp scream and rushed over in a panic to check on Ares. No matter how foolish her son was, he was still her beloved child.
She wanted so badly to raise her head and scold Hercules for being so ruthless, but then she remembered that her foolish son had been deliberately stirred up by Aphrodite and was the one to provoke first.
Nezha glanced at Hera, whose face was filled with worry, and comforted her, "Don't worry, Divine Queen Wet Nurse. This foolish lad will be fine after some good food and a few years of rest."
In truth, if Nezha hadn't held back at the last moment and redirected most of the force into the platform beneath Ares, Ares might well have turned into a puddle of Ares paste by now.
Hera examined Ares and confirmed that his life was not in danger—he only suffered comminuted fractures all over his body. "Only," my foot! While this might not be fatal for gods, Hera was still so heartbroken that she wept uncontrollably.
