章節 47: Sacrifice

Prometheus only smiled and said nothing in response.

Hebe felt helpless; all she could do was remind him of a few things. Ultimately, the outcome depended on Prometheus's own decisions. As the goddess's projection dissipated, it transformed into glimmers of morning light and vanished.

Prometheus picked up his staff and looked up at the vast sky beyond the temple, a cold smile curling at the corners of his mouth. Indeed, Lady Hebe had good intentions, but she underestimated the wrath and pride of an ancient deity who had existed since the time of the Titans. From the very beginning, he had intended to take revenge on Zeus…

In the divine hall of life within the sacred mountain, Hebe opened her eyes. She thought for a moment; even with the help of the golden staff, raising a thousand bulls would still be a bit challenging for humanity. Moreover, winter had already set in on the earth, making the actions and efficiency of living beings sluggish during this season.