"This satyr seems somewhat… naive?" Thalia muttered, genuinely confused by the goat-man. She really couldn't imagine that someone so weak could help them complete the journey and reach Camp Half-Blood safely.
To be clear, she had killed half a hundred monsters so far, and that number would only increase over time. She didn't think this goat-man was capable of killing even one monster. Perhaps he would even hide when the monsters actually came.
"Naive is a pretty word for stupid." Luke muttered back, looking completely suspicious of the satyr. He didn't believe in the gods, especially in beings sent by the gods to protect him.
"Don't be rude, he at least wants to help." Godwyn replied, rolling his eyes. In this mythical universe where demigods were stronger, a satyr didn't really seem strong, but satyrs' abilities were useful, so he was quite happy with Grover's arrival.
Before the skeptical, doubtful, and encouraging glances, Grover was sad. However, instead of speaking, he decided to show how competent he was and prove that he was one of the best satyrs this universe had ever known! Regaining his composure, he smiled and spoke with a confident tone. "Don't worry, with me here, we'll get to Camp safely."
Luke and Thalia were seriously skeptical of the satyr's words, but with Godwyn's words, both knew that this goat-man had good intentions, so they didn't refuse Grover's request to join the team at this moment.
"Boy, did the satyrs manage to find Pan?" Following the aged and wise voice, Grover looked at Godwyn's waist and saw a human head with horns on its head. There was a frightening smile on the talking head.
Grover swallowed hard and backed away many steps; he looked at the head in fear and pointed with a trembling finger, showing an incredulous expression. "Head—Head!!!"
"Yes, I am a talking head, but I am the best talking head you have ever seen, young satyr." Mimir said with an amused tone. Although not having a body was uncomfortable, he still liked to see people's expressions every time they saw him.
"I am Mimir, God of Knowledge and Former Ambassador of the Aesir Gods." Mimir introduced himself, no longer wanting to scare the already frightened satyr. He knew that although they were somewhat cowardly, satyrs were reliable beings in times of need.
Grover calmed down, and remembering Mimir's question, he quickly approached and asked with an anxious tone. "Do you have any information to find the God Pan?"
Every Satyr's dream was to find Pan again, but the god had disappeared a long time ago, and the clues they had were already deeply analyzed; some of these clues even killed countless Satyrs. However, even knowing they would die, the Satyrs still continued to search for Pan.
"Unfortunately, I have no clue, young satyr." Mimir spoke with a tone of regret. He knew Pan and he was a rare god with a good heart. However, the destruction of forests and pollution by human hands made the god disappear.
Grover showed a disappointed expression but was not surprised. If finding clues about Pan were that easy, the god would have been found a long time ago.
Godwyn listened to the conversation and remembered the information about Pan. The god was indeed alive but had wanted to die a long time ago; unfortunately for Pan himself, the faith of the satyrs prevented that from happening. Depression was indeed a serious matter; even gods would be affected.
However, Godwyn said nothing. He wanted to talk about Pan but decided not to comment. Explaining how he would know this information was a problem. If anyone suspected he knew the future, he would have many problems, especially against certain old women who partially controlled destiny. He knew more than anyone that these scary old women hated any change in the future.
Although he could kill these old women with destined death, he didn't want to fight the goddesses of destiny at this moment, as he wasn't even a divine being. Besides, saying nothing would do nothing to Grover; after all, in the end, the satyr would become one of Pan's heirs.
"It's not time to talk, we have to leave quickly." Thalia said with a cautious look; she could feel the cold atmosphere of the underworld approaching. Having been hunted for a long time, she became especially sensitive to the cold of the underworld and knew that her uncle's forces were approaching again.
Thalia's words gained everyone's approval, and no one delayed any longer, and everyone began to move forward again with quick steps.
"Follow me, I know a safe path." Grover said with a confident tone before walking towards the forest. As a satyr, he could walk with nature's blessing like no other being.
Thirty minutes later, as everyone followed Grover, Godwyn's expression became increasingly solemn. The air around them seemed heavy, rarefied, and full of winds. The trees swayed as the powerful sound of the wind made the world seem, for a mere moment, a world of winds and storms.
Everyone's expression changed drastically, especially Thalia, who paled, feeling the malice in the air. It seemed that the whole world had become hostile to her. She was sure that whoever was after her wanted her dead.
Godwyn looked at the majestic palace before him with a solemn gaze. There was nothing a second ago, but now there was a palace; it was obvious that they had entered a divine domain. The smell of the underworld couldn't be more tangible at this moment.
Godwyn's golden eyes stared at the palace; on the gleaming walls of the Greek palace, written in Greek, was the name: Palace of the King of Kings.
Arrogance, overbearing, and even more arrogance.
There is no doubt that the owner of the palace was an extremely arrogant divine being; in this world with powerful God Kings, who dared to call himself King of Kings? So, the owner of the palace was arrogant to the extreme.
It was an affront to every existing Divine King. If you think mortal kings had big egos, the egos of the King of Gods were even bigger. Just the existence of this name could make Zeus descend from great Olympus to earth again.
"Children, I can feel that there is an extremely powerful god inside the palace." Mimir commented with an extremely solemn tone. His single eye glowed, trying to discover the identity of the God in question, but his little divine power could not use his Authority of Wisdom.
Thalia, who already knew what was happening, couldn't help but show a sad and regretful expression. Her father had many enemies. So many enemies that her hands wouldn't be enough to count them all.
Looking at the group behind her, Thalia showed a determined expression. "If something happens, don't mind me and run away; I'll try to buy you time."
She knew she was most to blame for what was happening. Be it the hordes of monsters, Python, and now this unimaginably powerful enemy. It was all her fault. Everyone wanted her dead for what she represented.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Godwyn said with a dissatisfied tone. "Do you think I'm afraid of death to the point of running away while my friend is in danger?"
Godwyn's words made Luke and Annabeth look at Thalia with dissatisfied expressions.
"Godwyn is right, how could I run away while you are in danger?" The Son of the God of Thieves spoke with a determined tone and looked at Thalia with a gaze full of tenderness, as if he were Orpheus trying to save Eurydice from the underworld.
"Yes, let's fight!!!" Annabeth showed her small fists and looked at Thalia with a seemingly fierce gaze. But, in everyone's eyes, it seemed so adorable that it made everyone let out low laughs.
"I—I won't run away either!" Grover said with a stammering tone; if it weren't for his legs, which were trembling, he would be more heroic.
Looking at the group before her, who didn't run away even at that moment, Thalia felt warm inside; she knew these were true friends. At this moment, even the cowardly Satyr seemed more pleasant to her eyes.
"Humph, don't say I didn't warn you." She said with a seemingly arrogant tone, but there was a happy smile on her dark lipstick-stained lips. Even if she were to die, she felt that death didn't seem so scary.
Thalia looked at the windy surroundings and saw that they couldn't retreat; everyone's only chance of survival was to ask permission to leave, something she doubted they could easily get. The owner of the palace seemed hostile to her.
Letting out a heavy sigh, she looked at the palace and walked towards the building with heavy, firm steps.
Godwyn walked beside her and smiled, showing a relaxed and warm smile, making the heavy atmosphere lighter at that moment.
Godwyn's smile made everyone else also smile; a strong cohesion appeared in the group; they would fight together.
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