Your father is Zeus, and he does not give gifts. He sets tests. Survive the arena he built for you and the empire is yours to found — fall, and you were never his son.

Staying alive means learning to parry: read the attack, catch it on your shield, and strike back in the opening it leaves. What comes for you ranges from swarms of light enemies to heavies that shake the floor, and behind them wait the bosses.

All of it takes place on a pillar high above the clouds, where the sound design does as much work as the sword — the wind, the crowd, the weight of a Greek myth closing in around you.

Fifty waves. One arena. No way down but through.