When the process was completed Tirandale got out of the God out of the water. The god of war followed behind her, their clothes dried the minute they got out of the lake.
"Why are you awake so early?" Tirandale inquired of him.
"The same reason that I always wake up," he responded to her in a chilling voice that sent shivers down her spine. "I'm here to clean up your mess," he added.
He took a seat by the bed, his golden eyes gazing at the man who slept so peacefully beside him. "He still looks good in his sleep," he uttered his golden eyes glowing with emotions.
"I love watching him sleep like this," Tirandale spoke. "But it has been long since I have had the pleasure."
The golden-haired god grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the house. At a speed of lighting, the two of them were in the house. He sealed the house making it soundproof so no one can hear them.