Ares is the God of War, s*******r, and unbridled chaos. Naturally, his Awakeners are not known for their even tempers.
In the squad room on the top floor of the elite dorms, Bore stares at his phone screen. His crimson hair is literally sparking with aggressive divine energy. He reads his direct messages. Then, with a roar, he kicks a heavy mahogany chair straight through the reinforced glass wall.
CRASH.
"What the f**k is this?!" Bore bellows, his voice echoing like a cannon.
"Who stepped on our War God's precious ego?" a lazy, melodic voice drawls.
Philo—the Poseidon Awakener—leans over from the adjacent sofa. His vibrant blue hair catches the light as he tilts his head, catching a glimpse of Bore's screen. A permanent, arrogant smirk plays on his lips. Then, he bursts into a fit of
