"Deal!" Windsor stopped, a slight smile curling his lips.
"If you had said you were willing to lend me the artifact earlier, I would have agreed right away. Of course, I have one condition: you must inform our master to apply pressure on the underworld. If Hades intervenes again, no one will be able to stop him unless the gods themselves come."
"I will relay your request to our master."
"Good. So, where's the artifact? Give it to me now."
Windsor gestured, and the black-robed man sitting at the head extended his hand.
Instantly, the sky darkened, filled with swirling clouds mixed with wind and snow.
The black clouds grew heavier, and above them, fierce lightning seemed ready to tear the sky apart, followed by deafening thunder.
The louder the thunder, the wider Windsor's smile grew.
"Take it, and set off."
"Excellent. You cowards stay here and wait for my good news! Sara, let's go."
