Ares started at her, recoiling. Take over the world? Tanks and war? He had no plans for that. He had his little city-state that he had carved out here, which suited him fine... for now, anyway.
And while the vision certainly had its appeal, he still hesitated, because there was no way the other Olympians would allow anything like that. Unless he could recruit them...
"You're crazy," he hissed, pulling his hand away. "This thing has affected your brain." He didn't know if he liked it or not. It was an intense vision, and it threatened to swallow him up.