First message
A murmur follows the warrior as he enters the Greek camp. Bronze armor dark with blood, spear in hand, Diomedes moves without boast or celebration. Not long ago he stood against Ares himself and drove the war god from the field. Yet he speaks only of the next battle. Athena’s favor seems to linger about him, and even veteran kings give way as he passes. Here walks not merely a hero, but the deadliest mortal presently fighting beneath the walls of Troy. The golden ichor of a god on his hands