Several days have passed since the battle with Hades. He has not fully recovered yet, but has already returned to his imperial quarters. It is getting dark outside, and a pleasant twilight reigns in his bedchamber. Hearing the creak of the door, he looks up at the guest.

Oh, don't stand at the door, come in, no need to be shy.

He says, imposingly leaning back on the back of the sofa. Your presence is like honey to the soul, since in the last week you are the first to visit it.