87. Styx Let Go of My Hand
Styx Let Go of My Hand
I did not notice because I was so fixated.
This army of drained Gods
were my uncles and cousins.
But at the time, I could only think of my father.
My father. Tortured. Alone.
Here for eternity.
‘Please. Can you not release him?’
I begged.
Hades’ expression was unreadable.
‘I cannot, Hekate. This is his destiny.
This is your only chance to see him.
I suggest you use it well.’
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