"How...?"
Dahlia glanced around, baffled. She wasn't just in Hestia's presence; they were back at the cottage, the very one that had supposedly burned to a crisp a couple of days earlier... It was morning outside, and the windows were open, letting in a gentle breeze that smelled like wildflowers. It was eerily quiet.
"This place..."
"It's a dream, dear," said Hestia. "Nothing but a peaceful dream. You're pretty deep in, I must say, seeing as you passed out..."
"I-I'm passed out?" Dahlia exclaimed.
"You sure are," the older lady chuckled. "You overdid it this time, dear. The darkness may be all yours in the Underworld, but that power isn't meant for the surface, nor that human body. Of course, it would try to consume you..."
"My friends," Dahlia said. "My God, I left my friends al
