There, he witnessed the real Golden Apple Tree and those fruits that even the deities coveted.
Compared to them, the so-called golden apples before them were mere facades, perhaps only capable of hastening the reformation of the gods' bodies after their destruction.
Besides that, the only thing commendable about them was their taste... of course, this was from a deity's perspective.
To humans, these golden apples may seem indistinguishable from the original. Because their greatest function was to grant mortals near-eternal life.
Near, not absolute, because the power of the golden apple would eventually be exhausted, though that day would be measured in millennia.
With a slight shake of his head, Prometheus paid no more attention to this replica.
He simply took out the [Purgatory Book] and found the page with the potion recipe.
"Begin, brew your potion."
