Morning brought no peace for poor Hermes.
He went through the motions as he performed his duties. Shoveling horse dung, hauling water buckets, sweeping out the stable floor.
But his head was still trapped in that dream.
The smell of hay and manure clung to him, yet he could still hear the gurgled wail in his ears.
Still see Eirwyn holding that… thing. He jabbed the shovel into the pile harder than necessary. He needed answers or his mind would remain in shambles.
"System." he muttered under his breath.
[The Power Thief has summoned the system. State your request.]
Hermes kept his eyes low, checking that no one was near enough to hear him talking to himself. "Is it actually possible for me to… create life inside someone? Even if it's a man?"
