The Great War (6)

Having finished his conversation with Iapetus, I watched the Titans begin to slink out from behind him.

They picked up the bottles of liquor I’d set down, sniffed them, then cried out with astonished expressions.

“Yes, nectar.”

“It’s nectar!”

The Titans rushed over in a panic and gulped down the liquor, looking less like gods and more like street beggars.

“Kraaah! I’m alive!”

“I can’t believe there’s liquor this delicious!”

“Though it does seem a little strong.”

“That’s because you’re in such poor condition.”

“Is that so? I’ll get better if I drink it, right?”...