The elevator ride to the top of The Golden Apple headquarters felt unusually long. Hermes glanced at his reflection in the mirrored walls, fidgeting with the hem of his jacket. He didn't even know if he looked presentable.
His curls were still messy from waking up late, and he may have spilled just a bit of yolk from Aphrodite's lovingly cooked breakfast on his sleeve.
"Get a grip." He muttered to himself.
He was being summoned to the highest office in the most powerful hero organization in the country. And not just by anyone…
But by the CEO himself.
Dante Quasar.
Even the name carried weight.
Dante Quasar was a retired legend, a hero of impossible scale. Nobody knew how old he was. Some said sixties, some said hundreds.
With his power, it didn't matter.
The man could step through space-time and bring versions of himself from any timeline into the present… whether that meant a younger Quasar with faster reflexes or an older one with centuries of wisdom.
