Dahlia couldn't help but smile too; her brother's help hadn't been fully unexpected, but it sure had come at quite the perfect time, and in a perfect manner too, completely turning the odds in their favor. The Olympus gods were now quite pathetically drunk, while her friends were able to step away and catch a break for a few precious seconds, or maybe even a handful of minutes. Dionysus was focused on growing the vines, all covering every exit that had been there before; if Olympus had been just an open space with a few spaced columns before, it was now fully enclosed, with a ceiling of dark vines covering the skies, and vines meeting in-between columns to form walls. At first, the vinewood looked quite frail and like any good kick could break through, but they were growing and multiplying
