Zagreus points his sword at Medusa; his eyes glow with anger.
"Medusa, if you want your life to be spared, I will let you leave unharmed, but if you dare to harm Alessia and my child, I won't hesitate to cut off your head." Zagreus steps closer to Medusa, the sword inches away from her throat.
Medusa laughs, her serpents hissing in amusement. "Oh, Zagreus, you underestimate me. I am not here to fight you. I want your child." She steps back, holding her hands up in surrender. "But if you don't give it to me willingly, I'll just have to take it by force."
Alessia feels a surge of protectiveness, protective of the life growing inside her. She steps forward, standing with Zagreus as they face Medusa together.
