Chapitre 483: The two gods

The palace had been filled by a cry of despair. An anguished scream for help that belonged to a very familiar person. Not someone they knew well, since he had always been silent, calm and restraint but someone they had met before, not once nor twice. He had called out, so much emotion in his voice, so different from his previous visits that everyone seemed to be surpised. They rushed outside, their worried eyes looking at the endless corridor as they found the water god, sitting on the ground, his traditional japanese clothing disheveled while his blue hair fell messily on his shoulders. 

He looked terrible. His eyes were an ominent mix of horror and pain as he sat on the polished marbles of Allias' palace, in his embrace a body, almost seeming lifeless.