Zafron's heart thudded in his chest. This was the god who had granted him the system? Seeing him in person—and in all his overwhelming glory—it suddenly made a disturbing amount of sense why the system's quests were always so perverse and debauched.
'Of course it's him,' Zafron thought, feeling a mix of disbelief and grim understanding. 'The god of lust himself…'
"The disturbance," Zafron pressed, ignoring the heat rising in his cheeks. "What is it? What's going on?"
Eros's expression grew darker. "I must speak to the Council of Gods at once. Aphrodite, the guardian of limbo, is incapacitated. The souls that should be wandering those fields are nowhere to be found. And most disturbingly," he paused, turning his gaze on Zafron, "a mortal—you—crossed the bridge between life and death willingly, without dying. It should not have been possible."
