The days since their last battle seemed to pass in a haze. Zagreus was still weak and tired from his struggles, so he spent most of his time sleeping. Meanwhile, Alessia filled her days caring for the baby.
Early morning sun streamed through the kitchen window, warming the faces of Gabriel and Selene as they prepared breakfast on the small wooden table. Alessia sat nearby in a rocking chair, cradling Dionysus at her breast.
Alessia felt a presence and turned around to see Zagreus standing in the doorway. His black hair had been pulled back into a tight ponytail, and his blue eyes were intensely fixed on her. His chest was bare, revealing old scars from past battles and well-defined muscles earned through rigorous physical training.
