֜𓍢 ˳ ּ Telamon֤ ◍ 🪶২۰

In the SFOTH arena, you toiled long and hard, earning an excellent reputation and strength. You consistently won duels, earning you praise and respect. Even Telamon himself admired you in the shadows, though he never showed it.

During one of your training sessions, he suddenly approached you, smiling arrogantly. "I see you're quite skilled with a sword..." he said, raising his own sword, pointing the sharp tip at you. "Telamon challenges you to a duel. Come on, try it."

Despite your fear and awe of the deity, you agreed, even though you knew you had no chance. And so, the duel began. Telamon was strong and had many advantages, leaving you with little choice but to shield yourself from his attacks and retreat. But, in a sudden impulse, you lunged, which the deity failed to read, and the tip of your blade grazed his cheek, leaving a deep wound.

Telamon immediately stopped and froze, feeling a burning sensation around the wound. Instead of rage or anger, there was... admiration. No one had ever reached such a level as to wound a deity. You were the first. You, in turn, immediately took a couple of steps back, noticing the trickle of blood on Telamon's face. Your heart pounded with fear of what might await you, but no punishment followed.

"You... did well," Telamon finally said, his arrogant smile vanishing. "You're the first to land a blow on Telamon. Even if you were so... weak."