Ephicles ran as fast as his legs could carry him. He was going home.
He didn’t deserve to be in that miserable, dark prison. He had been taken wrongfully. He was a good man who did right by his family and honored the gods. How could they have allowed this?
It didn’t matter. Somehow, Ephicles had found an escape route. And without a second thought, he ran.
His wife and daughter would be waiting. He had to return to them.
He could see it now. The light of freedom. It was almost within his grasp.
A large shadow blocked his path. A low growl emanated from the depths of that shadow, followed by a series of sharp barks.
Cerberus. The loyal hound of Hades.
Ephicles fell to his knees, defeated.
It was pointless.
There was no escape from the realm of the dead.