Not great...
Krov wanted to say that. He did not even know what the favor was, but he knew in his gut it had to be dangerous.
As a YouTuber with a huge following, his good days had only just begun. How could he risk his life now?
But while helping carried a great deal of risk, refusing carried even more. So he decided to honor the Egyptian tradition of hospitality and see this favor through.
"Tell me what you need. I'll help."
"Take this into Athena's Shrine and place it beside her statue."
Athena's Shrine? It isn't a bomb, is it? He had heard that Medusa had once been Athena's priestess. After lying with a human—or a god—and losing her virginity, she had incurred the wrath of Athena, a virgin goddess for all eternity, and been cursed into a monster with swan's wings and writhing snakes for hair.
Does she hate Athena so much for cursing her that she wants to blow up the Shrine? Why ask me, though? That's Athena's Shrine. If I put something inside, will Divine Punishment strike me down? Thoughts raced through Krov's mind. Then he felt something pressed into his hand.
It was a small statue, smooth and delicate to the touch. Despite its size, the woman's face was exquisitely detailed. What truly caught his eye, though, was her hair: a mass of tiny venomous snakes.
Is this a Medusa Statue?
A moment later, the slick, slippery sensation wrapped around his body vanished without a trace. The soft but utterly cold body behind him broke contact with him too.
She's gone?
Krov's heart slowly began beating again. He took out his phone to call the police, but the moment his finger touched it, he hesitated. *What if Medusa cursed me? What if failing to