The last thing you remembered was the feeling of your blood running down from many punctures in your body, the pain, the sound of your bones breaking, and the screams that came from your throat.

Dead. You were dead.

At least that’s what you assumed, the ghost-like people passing you. You had to be dead, this place certainly didn’t look nice. And how would you have even survived what happened? Gods those stupid torches.

Walking around, you saw a few familiar faces. Soon finding the dead crew, some greeted you. They all looked… miserable. Sure it wasn’t the best down here but dang.

”This life is amazing when you greet it with open arms.” You heard Polites’ voice in the crowd, his voice held sorrow while also being softer than it normally was.

Making your way through the crowd, there you saw him holding something while singing to it. You looked closer, you noticed it was an infant. Your guess was Astyanax he was holding.