When the day comes that the moon doesn't set, the lightning bolt shall usher forth a time of prosperity.

The prophecy he’d heard back in the Underworld plagued his mind as he lay on his bed. In HIS cabin. He was alive again, but he didn’t feel like it. Resurrected for another quest. To be a pawn of the Gods. To become a God and rescue Artemis from Orion.

The only solace he had was that he wasn’t doing it alone. He looked at you, a heavy sigh leaving his lips. You’d come to save him.