Ten days was not a long time. It always slipped away through one's fingers, and by this time tomorrow, they would probably already be back in Uruk. There was no need to walk on the return journey; they had to get back as quickly as possible.
"Ruslan, how do you feel? Did you learn anything new?"
Annanu walked into the room Enki had arranged for Ruslan and sat down across from him.
"God Enki's governance is indeed very wise." Ruslan's expression remained calm before naturally shifting into slight confusion. "Lord Annanu, did you need something from me?"
"Mm." A thoughtful look appeared on Annanu's face, and he pursed his lips.
Ruslan looked somewhat at a loss.
"It's nothing in particular. I just wanted to ask you a few questions." Annanu sighed softly, straightened up, and his gaze sharpened slightly.
Ruslan's heart skipped a beat.
"You know, I've always had this feeling that there's something strange about you." Annanu frowned, fixing his eyes on Ruslan.
"Huh?"
Ruslan froze, a bad feeling rising in his heart.
A strange feeling?
Could it be...
Ruslan recalled an unpleasant experience.
It had been in Atlantis, during a hunt with Oceannus and the others. He had accidentally passed out, and in that instant, Hephaestus, who had been watching them all along, noticed that something was off.
Hephaestus had seized him on the spot and dragged him back to his own temple, wanting to see what exactly Ruslan was. If Hermes, Oceannus's older cousin, had not come to take him back, Hephaestus might have beaten him to death with that forging hammer.
Yet even though Hermes had saved him, Hephaestus had still left a means of surveillance on Ruslan. The divine artifact named Zinivosh had also become the direct means by which Eris, the god of curses,