Chapter 38: Don't you still have life?

King of Thessaly royal palace, a certain mansion.

Mercurial liquid poured from the dense night, flowing to the dimly lit steps in front of the mansion and slowly coalesced into a beautiful, tall red-haired girl.

Displaying an unusually transparent complexion, the girl hadn't walked many steps before she had to lean on the carved pillar by the door, taking deep breaths. Her body absorbed the aether factors freely drifting in the air, and only then did her pale skin recover some semblance of human blood color and rosiness.

"So you actually botched the job, Aphrodite."

Accompanied by a deep voice, a tall, muscular young man with brown skin came from around the corner's shadow and looked at his disheveled mechanical god kin with a slight frown.

"The intel was wrong; that guy is strong, definitely not just some ordinary demigod hero!"