"You want to meet Hestia?" Jiuge's tone was incredulous, laced with a hefty dose of sarcasm. "Sure, let's just waltz into the Eternal Prison, knock on her cell, and ask if she has time for tea."
Agnos chuckled darkly. "You don't just 'meet' Hestia, Carl. It's not like she's lounging around waiting for visitors. The Eternal Prison isn't exactly an open house. And no visitors allowed remember?"
I frowned, crossing my arms. "Yeah, but you two are, what, elemental powerhouses? Gods of the leylines? If anyone can figure out how to get me in there, it's you two."
"Flattery will get you nowhere," Agnos said, though his smirk suggested otherwise.
Jiuge paced, her heels clicking sharply against the floor. "Even if we could sneak you in, it's beyond risky. The Eternal Prison isn't just some fortress; it's an artifact of war. It's enchanted to suppress divine power. Even we'd be vulnerable inside."