"This is for you," the god said and gave him a bow and a quiver full of odd-looking arrows.
Ambrogio took the weapons, which surely had to be magical, and waited.
"You are to kill the silver winged ones with these," the god said.
Ambrogio did not understand. Which creature had silver wings?
"Swans, oh Hades?" he hesitantly asked.
"Yes, you can call them that. But I will explain better: they are my kind. Human in form, and they have wings. Silver wings. I do not want to leave even one of them alive in this world."
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