Prometheus only smiled and said nothing in response.

Hebe felt helpless; all she could do was remind him of a few things. Ultimately, the outcome depended on Prometheus's own decisions. As the goddess's projection dissipated, it transformed into glimmers of morning light and vanished.

Prometheus picked up his staff and looked up at the vast sky beyond the temple, a cold smile curling at the corners of his mouth. Indeed, Lady Hebe had good intentions, ...