The next god glowed brightly like a miniature sun, the air shimmering around his form. Adam did not need anyone to tell him that was Apollo, god of the sun. As he looked at Adam, the sun god's lips curled into a contemptuous smile before his gaze settled onto Athena besides him.
By his side, a lean, freckled god with intoxicated red skin and glazed eyes twirled a grapevine between his fingers idly. He didn't even seem to notice the new presence in the throneroom.
Next to him was a muscular, war built god with cruel features, he sat on a throne cromprised entirely out of bloodstained weapons, glowering at Adam while he sharpened a sword.
"Ares." Lena supplied.
On the other side of the throne room, an aurbun-haired goddess in unadorned brown robes sat next to Hera on a throne woven out of branches.
