Zagreus slowly crawled his way out of the pool at the front of the House of Hades, shaking the blood out of his hair and muttering to himself, displeased. He had almost won, but his father had gotten in one last good shot with his spear at the very end of the fight. He sighed to himself, resolving not to make the same mistake twice, and started languidly making his way further into the house, watching the newly arriving shades slowly filter past him.