Felix lumbered over to the nearest bed and plopped down on it. He groaned and put his hands over his face. "What a trade off. Aira is still down there, so how do we help her get out?" He looked at his friend, dispair clearly etched onto his face. "If we don't get her soon, she's doomed."
Aira shivered. At least Felix and Remigio had made it out. Now, here she was stuck down in the place she hated most. Quietly, she said,"I... I may need some training to kill a god. Yes, I've fought off Ares a couple of times, but my father with his master bolt? I need help."
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