Even in my pain-wracked state, his words sent a cold shiver through me, chilling me to the bone. Asclepius' eyes met mine, and I could see the grimness in his gaze. "I'll do what I can," he said quietly.
The spectral figure only laughed at this, his mirth echoing gloomily around the room. "You can't save him," he taunted, a sick smirk on his ethereal face.
A sharp, commanding voice slices through the shadows, causing Asclepius to sharply turn his head. A tall figure emerges, her elegant form radiating power and grace. The god nods in recognition as she approaches him. "Iaso," he says.
Asclepius rises and steps away, leaving me in a state of confusion. My body and mind are consumed by an agonizing pain that I have never experienced before. The figure chuckles once again, taunting, "What will the Goddess of healing and cure do now?"
