Alessia's eyes fluttered as she heard Apollo's words. She struggled to stay conscious, but the pain was overwhelming. Her mind raced, trying to make sense of what was happening.
What did Apollo mean by Lucien was right? And why did he sound so pleased?
As her vision faded, Alessia heard the battle raging in the distance. She felt her body lifted and carried away, but her mind was too clouded to comprehend what was happening.
Her last thoughts were of Zagreus, and she prayed he was safe. She knew that the battle was far from over and that the fate of the underworld hung in the balance.
But for now, all she could do was rest and try to heal. She closed her eyes, feeling the darkness pull her under. When she opened her eyes again, Alessia was lying in a soft bed, surrounded by unfamiliar walls. The room was dimly lit, and she could hear the muffled sounds of voices from outside. Her head ached, and she felt weak and disoriented.
