“Very well, I shall not worry about them since they will be in good care of the wise ones.” Chlorus bowed to them, and left the tunnel, back to the ground.

“He is the one, my brother! The only descendent of the Syennessis bloodline. I’ve verified that amulet tied on his waist. He indeed is the survivor of the fallen Kingdom of Cilicia!” One of the Three whispered when they watched Chlorus walking out of the tunnel away from them.

“He kept his physique and his soul as controlled as gold. Perfectly disguising himself, stirring a reformation within the Roman Empire. His will unshaken.”

“We shall make him rise, my brother. Together with the descendant of the Octavian. We shall rule the sky and the seas!”

“My brothers, please do not abandon me!” The old lady cried. “I know… I know the Teleios of Eretria is feigned! She is a Thracian! I was blinded by her witchcrafts! That disgusting descendent of a farmer. That filthy dirty blood of a slave!”

“Worry not, my sister! Worry not! Have you notice that Maenad?” One of the old man said, tapping her shoulder, comforting her.

“A Maenad?” She was confused.

“Alensandros inherited his great soul from the great mother Olympias. But have you forgotten that the great mother was a Maenad of Dionysus?”

“You… you found a surviving bloodline of the great Alensandros?” Asked the old woman.

“All Maenads had engaged in the orgiastic rites of Dionysus. What’s more, Phillip of Macedon had been in Thebes and they might have more offspring than they able to remember.”

“No one knows the child belongs to who.” said the two old men.

“I shall have an Eugene greater than Alexandros, I shall have a Teleios greater than Cleopatra! Who? Who is that descendent of the great?” The old woman asked hysterically.

* * *

Sneeze sneeze “Choo!” Agave rubbed away the thick white ashes that covered her. Those ashes came from the burning city, blew towards them by the wind. She was still laying on ground, with her arms outstretched, she moved her arms above her head and back down to her sides, her legs out and then back in, creating an ash angel?

Realising she was no longer in pain, she raised, and found Pryne and Matea both still laying and covered by the ashes. Probably Arete was too skinny that she might had drowned by those thick ashes.

“Cuzie! Where are you?” She tried to shove away the ashes on the nearby ground. Awaken by her voice, Pryne and Matea raised and shove away the ashes on them.

Agave continued to search for Arete, while Matea moved towards the horses, petting away the ashes on top of them. Blackie, Brownie and Peggy, but where’s Aethon?

“Cuzie!” Agave shouted, but Arete was no longer with them.