The two weeks following the incident with Apollo and his son Agreus passed by in the blink of an eye. Unable to interact with the real world due to my comatose-like state, I focused on training and studying for what would inevitably be another encounter with some other fantastical being.
Lucifer struggled to teach me Latin as best he could, and while physical training had become relatively easy, and I could continue to multi-task while doing it; Language learning was proving to be concept I needed exclusively devoted time with, as it was clearly a subject that I lacked any sort of natural affinity for.
Four days had passed since our battle and from what I understood of the situation, we were heading to Athens. Theseus had decided that due to their having killed one of the core gods of Greece, his status in Athens would be required in order to allow us to survive what remained of our -as of yet undetermined- length of stay.
