Hippolyta stood over the burial place of the once great warrior Achilles of Greek history. She was present at the time of his death but she did not mourn
For it was prophesied that he would return, stronger than ever, his heel invulnerable to fight a deadly threat. That time was now. Handsome Jack had begun mobilizing his troops and time was running out before he would order the invasion of Earth
Using the incantations of Hera and Gaia, the rotting pile of bones glowed brightly, molded into human flesh, blond hair and after the light faded, there stood Achilles, back from the grave
"I knew you'd come for me Mother. Has it begun?" Achilles asked, kneeling before the Amazonian deity
"Not yet. The others are assembled though. We will wait for Barnabas' arrival. Then we will begin our vendetta against the corrupted forces of Hell" Hippolyta ordered. Giving a nod of obedience, Achilles suited up into his heavy iron armour and with his
sword in the scabbard, mounted his horse and began the long ride to Los Angeles