Zayreus didn't seem to react like someone who had just had their throat sliced. In fact, he was still kind of… hovering there. Well, he was still on his knees, trying to stand, or fall. It wasn't quite clear which one.
As for this red blood, it only seemed to grow darker and darker.
And then high above, the crimson eye split the skies.
…
The Rat hadn't expected to be suddenly healed by the grace of a Demi-God. Honestly, he had expected that it would take him decades more before he was back at full health.
Every day, he thought of that kid who had outplayed him and ground his teeth, but to think that he would get a chance at revenge so quickly.
Of course, he knew that he would eventually bite himself in his own ass with his Greed for more… but he couldn't exactly help it. If he wasn't the Rat, then who would be, exactly?
But in all this time, he had also thought of how to avoid this situation happening again.
