Great Temple, in the council hall.
Noticing Hera's resentful little gaze coming his way, Luo En smiled soothingly.
"We've just assembled everyone, why the rush to leave?"
"Yes, indeed, it's rare for us to gather for a family banquet, and we as elders want to take this opportunity to get closer to you," Prometheus said with a smile, though his burly, strong right hand was firmly placed on Hermes's shoulder.
On the other side, Atlas's body also moved closer, squeezing out a warm smile for Hermes, his grandson.
But, paired with that fierce and intimidating face, the atmosphere somehow became quite sinister.
Hermes, looking at his two muscular Titan kin sitting to his left and right, enclosing him like stuffing in a dumpling, bemoaned his fate internally.
Well, that settles it, there's indeed no such thing as a good banquet.
Moreover, there were likely even bigger pitfalls awaiting him ahead.
