Eutostea, the third princess of Thebes, is visited by the mysterious guest calling himself the God Apollo in bed. In pitch-black darkness, only an outline of him said, “I have come to share a one-night love with you. Once the night passes, you will not remember me, nor shall we meet ever again.” Soon, the three princesses band together to reveal his face while he is sleeping. But the candlewax melts off the tip of the candle in Eutostea’s hand and falls on the god’s shoulder. Apollo wakes, grabs the second princess, declaring, “Princess of Thebes, admire to your heart’s content. ‘Tis the face of the mere shell you sought so dearly.”

Deimos’ horn woke him up. Ares slowly opened his eyes and looked around. He was standing riveted in the middle of the scene of carnage where everyone ate up and killed each other and crushed their bones. 


Soldiers with no faces swung their swords and pushed their shields without identifying friends or foes and focused on destroying each other. On top of their heads, papyrus sheets with numbers written down were floating, instead of the hard helmets used for pressure point protection. Every time the counterparts in front of them fell down, the numbers on top of their heads changed. The highest was ninety-eight. 


A soldier whose number just increased to ninety-nine tore off the head from the dead body and raised it high up in the air, giving out a loud shout. Like a savage man-eater, madness dominated his body.   


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