Three weeks after the fissure was bound, Ares reaches Corinth under a lid of necrotic mist. The city feels wrong, hollow, and obedient.
Beyond the gates, citizens move like sleepwalkers. At the high throne, Sisyphus sits upright again, his flesh rotted but held together by dark power.
Merope stands at his side, pale and still, while the king lifts one blackened hand and the mist thickens over the streets.
Sisyphus
Corinth kneels. Death kneels. Even the Underworld learns my name.
Merope
He is not alive. He is not gone. That is enough to keep them all afraid.
Ares feels the same foul pressure that haunted the sealed chamber, only stronger now, leaking through the city like a wound in the world.
If Sisyphus has risen as a warlock here, then the seal below is failing, and whatever waits beneath the Underworld is feeding on his curse.
✓ Quest Accepted
Force Sisyphus back into the Underworld
✓ Quest Accepted
Investigate the source of the necrotic mist