Ch. 86: The Laughter Of A Goddess

Ch. 86: The Laughter Of A Goddess

I walked into the small kitchen situated at a corner of the workshop, the scent of metal and burnt machinery lingering in the air. As I grabbed a bowl, I couldn't help but wonder how I ended up as the only person in this group capable of cooking a decent meal. Talos? A workaholic who consumed more junk food than anything remotely edible. Hermes? Underage and hopeless in the kitchen. And Hephaestus? Well, he was more likely to drink his calories than eat them.

I reached for a crate of eggs sitting in the corner, their surface slightly dusty. "I wonder if these are still good," I muttered, cracking one open into the bowl with great difficulty using only one hand. I didn't really care about breakfast, though. My mind was elsewhere— on the temporal rift generator. Today was the final test run, and the tension was eating at me like a curse I couldn't shake.