บท 90: Broken Body

When I opened my eyes, I was greeted by darkness, or rather, a half-darkness. Groaning softly, I raised myself into a sitting position, feeling a dull ache in my limbs. The conversation with Aphrodite was still fresh in my mind, as if it had just happened moments ago.

Summoned as a hero by the Demons? The notion was surreal, yet here I was.

I glanced around, taking in my surroundings. The room was dimly lit, but I could make out its lavish furnishings. Ornate tapestries adorned the walls, and an intricately carved wooden dresser stood against one side. Velvet drapes hung heavy over tall windows, allowing only slivers of moonlight to pierce through. Despite the darkness, it was clear that this was a room of opulence and luxury, a stark contrast to what I had expected.