“Yeah?” the satyr answered, out of breath. Hades arched a brow. “Are you in the middle of something?” “Running a marathon,” Ilias replied, a sarcastic edge to his voice. Hades did not question it. “When you are finished,” he said, “I need you to travel to Lake Tritonis and secure the Graeae. Tell no one. I will be back as soon as possible.” “Got it,” Ilias replied, and when Hades hung up, he vanished.
