The night has long since come and gone. Zagreus finally wakes up, the weight of his responsibilities heavy on his shoulders. He gently eases himself out of bed without waking Alessia, brushing a stray hair from her face as he does so. The day's events are fresh; he knows he has much work.
Zagreus dons his armor, takes his weapons, and heads towards the door. Just before he opens it, he glances back at Alessia, sleeping peacefully on the bed. His heart aches with love and longing, but he knows that he cannot afford to be distracted by such emotions.
He steps out into the hallway and walks towards the throne room, steeling himself for what lies ahead. There is a war to fight, and he must be ready.
As he approaches the throne room, Zagreus can hear voices raised in heated debate inside. He pauses for a moment outside the door, taking a deep breath to calm himself. Then he pushes open the door and strides inside.
