The moment he set down the scepter, a blue Ice Crown settled upon Volos's head. The ice and snow on the ground, still not dissolved, seemed to resonate with him, congratulating their master on his birth.
"It seems you do not intend to directly integrate it into your body."
After waiting a little while longer, until the Ice Crown had fully stabilized, Eros couldn't help but speak.
Due to their special identities, the formation of the Ice Crown encountered no difficulties, which was precisely why the task was left to the two of them. And indeed, the result turned out just as expected.
"There is no need. Integrating it would only contaminate my pure origin. The separate seasons themselves are not a formidable Godhood, if not for their cycle itself, I would hardly take any interest in it."
Volos slowly opened his eyes and released his right hand.
The Scepter of Wealth slipped from the palm, dropping straight to the ground, sinking into the soil, and then vanished without a trace.
