"So Dionysus, is there anything else you want to do here?"
The Great Hero asked and waited awhile.
However, to his surprise, the other party did not respond for a long time.
Turning his head, he saw the handsome young man leaning against a large tree, his eyes closed in contemplation under the shade.
Taking a few steps forward, Heracles was about to say something. However, only upon getting closer did he realize that Dionysus was in a strange state.
"Has he... fallen asleep?"
A look of puzzlement flashed through his eyes, was his face-off with Sphinx that long and that boring?
For a moment, he was unable to understand, but the Great Hero still decided to wake him up.
It was time to leave, and besides, if he wanted to sleep, there was no need to do it here...
Shaking his head slightly, Heracles reached out and shook Dionysus's shoulder.
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"Hey, wake up!"
"Wake up... Can't you move a bit?"
"Poke... poke... I'm poking..."
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