After so long, Seth was weakened. He could barely grasp he was now a Demi-god—and even living in the aid of humans time to time, although he never did it without being stubborn. The desert he used to rule over and take for granted; now it’s what he missed most.

Well, almost the most. He continued traveling around, feeling hungry. Too hungry…to the point of exhaustion. His legs shook, and he collapsed.

He woke up. In a soft, comfortable bedding. His fingers gently grazed the sheets, processing his whereabouts.

“Where the hell…?” He muttered to himself.