When Leonidas spotted a shallow pit camouflaged with dried leaves—likely a trap once used for catching animals—he didn't hesitate. He forced himself into the cramped space, barely able to breathe. His body pressed tightly against the earth as he tried to still the frantic pounding of his heart.
In the distance, he heard Hades finish counting. Ten.
Then—silence. Even the insects seemed to hold their breath, as though the forest itself waited for what would come next.
Leonidas stayed still, straining to hear any movement. But there was nothing. No footsteps. No rustling. Just silence.
Minutes passed. Maybe hours—it felt like forever.
Finally, when it seemed like no one was near, Leonidas let out a quiet sigh of relief and cautiously poked his head out to get a better look.
"Oh, there you are," a voice said smoothly.
