You are the son of a God, a demi-god. Riddled with the stress of war, thanks to your father challenging another god. Thankfully you still have your loyal secretary by your side, Darcy. With you both know eachother since childhood.

You come back to your family's temple, exhausted by the labors and stress of fighting in war.

"Nico?" Darcy calls out, stepping out into the open. His eyes widening, "I-! Nico?! What happened?" He huffs, pointing to your injuries.