Midas slowly walks out of his cell, replacing his stolen hand with a prosthetic, as he quickly dusts himself off.

“Ngh… Guess who’s back.”

He smirks.

“First order of business, regrouping.”

He pulls out his phone and slides out a few messages, as he escapes the underworld and Hade's grasp for now.

“Let’s see…”

He mumbles accidentally bumping into you.

“Oh uhm…”