Melinoë gently observed Atlas and spoke gently:
"There are five drops of Nectar in it, Atlas."
"Nectar?" Atlas muttered, unable to express his astonishment.
The food of the gods. According to some sources, it was a strange fermented watery and honeyed drink, according to some sources, it was a food, a fruit that even gods and goddesses could hardly reach.
It was a food that had the properties of making mortals immortal and the gods and goddesses more lush and powerful.
One drop was enough to buy perhaps half of the Epsilon Empire. Atlas, on the other hand, had swallowed five drops of the drink in his stomach in an instant.
He felt stupid for not savouring and drinking it slowly with pleasure.
"You can't feel it right now, but you're also getting a massive infusion of mana into your body. At least you'll get what you want," Hecate said.
