(Disclaimer: You guys got pranked with the title. :P )
"I see. So, this is what they meant when they said good luck," William muttered as he looked at the first floor of the Dungeon of Apollon with contempt.
The Half-Elf then raised his head to look above him.
On the highest platform of the Garden of Apollon, the three Nymphs were looking down on him with ridiculing smiles on their faces.
"The three of you better wash your necks," William declared. "When I get up there, I promise that I'll give the three of you a beating."
"That is a Big IF, Dark Prince," Opsis replied. "Get up here first then we'll talk. All I hear from up here is the whining of a loser."
"You wench!" Astrape shouted. "How dare you talk to my Master that way?!"
Before Astrape could say more words, William raised his hand, signaling her to back down. The Lightning Deity held back her words as she glared at the three Nymphs in contempt.
