CHAPTER 38

In the dimly lit study of Rheis, the three brothers, Hades, Zeus, and Poseidon, stood shoulder to shoulder, their imposing presence reduced to that of mere boys. The three gentlemen stood shoulder to shoulder, their anxious gazes fixed upon their mother, anticipating her forthcoming reprimand.

The memory of when this peculiar occurrence last transpired eluded them entirely. In the vast expanse of their separate lives, the three brothers had gradually become estranged from the familiar rhythms that once bound them together in their youth.

Hardly any of them could recall every single moment of it, their memories scattered amidst the chaos of their bustling lives. Yet, as they assembled in this very instant, a peculiar thing occurred—a surge of recollection, akin to a whirlpool of memories, swiftly inundated their minds.

The memory, though not entirely unpleasant, now seemed to cast a shadow over the brothers' present moment, evoking nothing more than a sense of discomfort. They exchange