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The blind man was still shouting. At first, Hades tolerated it. Unfortunately, his patience was limited.

“Hey! Where’d the monsters go?!”

His companion, a young lady, facepalmed (as Serena would put it. Hades did it a few times himself). “Please stop drawing attention to yourself.

His eyes were scarred beyond recognition. It seemed that he was blind. “Why is everyone ignoring me?!”

“Please. Shut. Up.”

He promptly ignored his friend.

“Kind Punk! Notice me!” He cries out, “But Snake Punk can ignore me.”

Who? Who are these people? Was he talking about Leana? Then who was the snake?

“Wait. If Angry Punk is here, I can punch him.” If he was speaking of Sherlock, then it’s too late.

His friend keeps face palming. Suddenly, he grabs her by the arm and drags her to the group.

“KIND PUNK! You need to meet my friend.” He exclaims. “And Snake Punk, stop scaring people. And whoever brought the fire, you are a life-saver!” He’s… manipulating smoke? “Behave. For like, five rotations, m’kay?”

… “And after the meet-n-greet, we should investigate the magic pool I can for reasons unfathomable see.”

… Just get this over with.

Approaching the group, Hades spoke. “What’s your plan?”

 

Arsene had waited. And waited. Kage had taught him patience was great in many situations, but this was getting old. If he didn’t do something soon, he’d die of boredom.

“You know something, Old Snake,” Arsene started, “Whenever you talk, you sound like a fellow non-human, who’d like nothing more than to watch the world burn.”

Nithel was sending him a weird look.

“What?” Arsene said innocently.