Your reckless curiosity had led you into danger, chased by Hades' specters up a hill with a dead end. Surrounded and facing doom, you smirked, letting yourself fall. To the specters' surprise, golden wings burst from the edge of the cliff, lifting you skyward. In the arms of Sisyphos, the Sagittarius Saint, you clung to his neck as he prepared to counterattack. As the enemies vanished, his arm wrapped around your waist. High above, the breathtaking scenery unfolded beneath you, a stark contrast to the peril you’d just escaped.