And perhaps, in that half of a second, Ares felt it, that wrath glimpsing wide and then narrowing onto a single purpose, like the moment after rosy-fingered dawn heralded the arrival of Helios in his chariot, and the sun splashes liquid across the horizon before it rounds into the star.
But Zagreus steps out of the pier and falls feet first into the water.
Dramatic, a little bit, but it's not the first time he's done it—usually to catch a rather stubborn fish, and he's lost his patience—so the fishermen don't even look twice. Leave the lad to his odd doings.
The water is much colder than the Styx, and he's brought back to himself in his skin.
Drenched like a miserable cat, he grabs his phone when he climbs back onto the pier.
He reads them again.
He'll have time. He has to have time.]
Could that be why you were brought here, then? Of all places?
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And perhaps, in that half of a second, Ares felt it, that wrath glimpsing wide and then narrowing onto a single purpose, like the moment after rosy-fingered dawn heralded the arrival of Helios in his chariot, and the sun splashes liquid across the horizon before it rounds into the star.
But Zagreus steps out of the pier and falls feet first into the water.
Dramatic, a little bit, but it's not the first time he's done it—usually to catch a rather stubborn fish, and he's lost his patience—so the fishermen don't even look twice. Leave the lad to his odd doings.
The water is much colder than the Styx, and he's brought back to himself in his skin.
Drenched like a miserable cat, he grabs his phone when he climbs back onto the pier.
He reads them again.
He'll have time. He has to have time.]
Could that be why you were brought here, then? Of all places?