As Medusa quickly picked up Aleysia and ran to the car, the confusion around her spread like a thick fog. It seemed like everything happened so quickly.
One minute they were getting ready to join Dionysus, and the next they were running away, making everything feel like a blur. Medusa's quick change in mood made Aleysia feel lost; she didn't know what to say or do.
Just moments ago, she had been promised an enjoyable time conversing with the god of wine. But now, as she found herself tucked safely inside the car, a new unease settled over her. "What happened?" Aleysia asked, her voice laced with bewilderment.
Medusa's expression was taut with a mixture of concern and caution. "Dionysus isn't alone," she replied, her words weighted with import. Aleysia could sense the shift in the air, the currents of tension that seemed to permeate the confined space of the vehicle.
