/Ajaxson POV/
"Where is Lukas?" That's the first thing the Greek God asked entering the room, which was quiet and empty, smelling like wet sand. It's an odd scent that made his nose twitch.
Shame coloured their features, head bowing down. He froze. It was enough for him to realised that his guards recklessly lost the Sun Prince in captive. Anger coursed in his belly, fingers curling into fists, a scream ripping his throat. Two buff guards were explicitly asked to stand outside the room where Lukas was rotting. How could he escape?
"You all are useless!" Ajaxson spat, his hand reaching out to grip the neck of the nearest guard. The Greek God watched as his eyes rolled back, colour draining the guard's face. He started flailing around while the others trembled in fear, heads still bent
