"What is it?"
"It's the Forge. It was without a doubt the most interesting place on Olympus, until Hephaestus abandoned it," Hermes spoke with a hint of sadness.
They crossed the entrance atrium, cluttered with debris, and lights went on automatically with the movement of people in the great hall. Luminous globes that were not filled with the green light of Hell or the glowing luminescence of the argipyron, but... electricity.
"Holy shit, that's awesome! I can't believe my eyes!"
"I know it's often difficult to believe in your own eyes, but old Festos… That guy was a genius. Everything he did was beyond cool... But my uncles, cousins, and even my father... They were a bunch of bastards and didn't respect him as he truly deserved. They only looked for him when they wanted something. Look! Those wondrous Lightning Globes. This is just a taste of everything he has done for us."
