Ch. 57: The Secret Behind Titanomachy (I)
"What are you really implying, Prometheus?" My voice cut through the heavy air, each word laced with a sharpness that echoed against the cavern walls. His claims stirred unease within me, a ripple of doubt. Was Prometheus ever able to see into the future in the stories? The old tales spoke of his defiance, his fire, but never foresight. I couldn't help myself— I had to test him.
"Prove it," I challenged, my tone unwavering. "Prove you can see the future."
For a moment, Prometheus stared at me, his gaze empty and distant, as if the weight of centuries rested in his tired eyes. Then, his face broke into a wide grin, and a raspy, hollow laugh escaped him, filling the silence with an unsettling echo. "This... this is the most fun I've had in ages. Do you think I need to prove anything to you?" His laughter died down, his expression shifting into something more cryptic. "You want to know why I created humanity, don't you?"
