Feeling like a complete idiot for being outsmarted by that idle, unscrupulous, arrogant, smart-ass god with that stupid badass look, Glax decided he wasn't going to let it go. And more than that, he was going to get his vselys clock back.
"Why does he want the clock?" he mumbled to himself. Alekos looked at him with concern. The young Kroton seemed in a good mood now that a few hours of rest after Zotikos's work had completely cured him.
"Has something happened, Master?"
"Both my to-do and ass-kicking list are getting too long. I had a simple plan that is getting farther and farther away. Why must it be this way?" He vented to his student as he descended the stairs. Alexander went down after him.
"The gods want it that way, Master! Isn't it exciting? Many Stygians at most might try to emulate the feats that once brought them here as heroes! But the gods pay special attention to everything you do!"
