"Spirit Realm?"
"It seems you originally wished to inquire about the Lord of the Spirit Realm."
"After all, among the deities still active in the world today, my father is one of the few who has had considerable contact with Him."
Prometheus's expression brightened as he reached out.
The next moment, he pulled a purple-covered book from the darkness.
The dark purple cover was adorned with gloomy patterns, and all sorts of negative emotions seemed to reflect in the viewer's heart through the letters on it.
Looking at the book, Heracles felt as if he'd smelt a pungent odor, yet his reason told him it was purely a mental illusion.
"Is this what you spoke of, the item given to you by the person who told you I would come here?"
Heracles's gaze fixed upon the book's surface, confirming he did not recognize the script.
Yet, at times, he felt as if he was 'recognizing' it.
