Entirely soaked in the fall with water drops dripping down his sturdy body, holding a staggering pace Zeus returned back to the mansion before midnight. He had a bereaved expression on his face with an empty dark gaze in his eyes. From his motion, it seemed he was physically unwell but trying hard to endure every suffering within.
As soon as he was about to head upstairs, suddenly, he heard bold footsteps just behind him which halted his motion.
"You seem very weak, big brother. Has your condition already started to deteriorate?"
A tantalized hoarse familiar voice inquired him from behind. It was Czar. Dressed up in his nightrobe twirling a glass of wine in his right arm, he came closer to him and stood below leaning against the silver railing covering guarding the staircase.
