It was slow, tedious work.
The last time he forcefully entered a Space-Time Prison to catch Nameless Death and Berserker, it had exhausted him greatly.
It was because of that he could only attack once.
This time, he was taking no chances.
He was opening every Space-Time Prison slowly.
"Found any leads yet?" a calm voice asked behind him.
Barbatos turned slightly.
Zagreus stood there, eyes scanning the same mist-covered terrain, arms folded.
Barbatos could see the exhaustion just beneath his calm expression, but the young man held himself steady.
"Not yet," Barbatos said. "But it shouldn't take more than a few decades."
Zagreus nodded.
Both of them fell silent.
Zagreus couldn't help but think if Nameless Death had rescued his mother's soul.
Barbatos could guess his thoughts. He decided to change the topic.
"How is your training coming along prince?"
"It's coming along nicely. I never thought I could work with Asmodea to do that."
He chuckled.
