Heracles looked up. His eyes were red, but not empty. They were deeper than any god's. They had the weight of a thing fully felt.
And it was, strangely, enough.
Aethelred leaned in. "Then make him bleed now . This isn't about justice, Marcus. It's about optics. The mortals worship him. If we deny him apotheosis because he was too good at his job, the PR department will have a riot. Add a thirteenth labor. A silent one. A private one." compensar hercules
Marcus looked at his tablet. The file was closed. Heracles looked up