Mysterious Identity

The bartender's tone was tinged with frustration. Her heart ached at the thought of refusing such a lucrative deal. Yet she couldn't afford the risk and grew even more suspicious of the mysterious figure before her.

Realizing that further negotiation would be futile, Orion finished the last of his steak and stood up. "Thank you for the delicious meal. It's the best I've had in forever. I'll be—" 

Before he could finish, the bar's door burst open, and a figure stormed in.

"Help me, Great Warriors! My wife has been kidnapped! Please help me!" The man screamed, pleading desperately. He collapsed on the floor, too terrified to walk further or look at the intimidating figures within the bar.

A solemn silence descended upon the bar.

The warriors and gods' chosens gripped their weapons tightly, rising from their seats one by one. Deep frowns appeared on their faces as they scanned the room.