"This is the golden apple?"
"Yes, this is the golden apple."
They did not linger long in the Heavenly Empress's garden. With the fruit they had obtained, Heracles used a bronze staff to quell the tsunamis and storms around the Holy Island. Along with his two companions, he set up a large cauldron at the edge of the island.
Various herbs they had collected along the way were piled beside them, and the freshly picked golden apple took the prime spot.
Just looking at these so-called 'golden apples,' Prometheus felt a little disappointed.
"Well, maybe it is also a golden apple."
"But compared to the real golden apple, this is just a fruit that is very useful to mortals."
In ancient times, before the creation of Silver Humanity, the Forethinker had once followed his father to the dwelling place of Mother Earth, back when it still belonged to her—as the Delphic Great Plains.
There, he had seen the true Golden Apple Tree, and those fruits that could make even deities envious.
