Hearing the name Hercules, of course, a particular image had instantly appeared in Max's mind. And now, seeing the man in person, he couldn't help but wonder, was it truly a nickname, or somehow his real name?
Maybe the world knew what he would become, Max thought. Maybe his mother and father, who had brought him into this world, had given him such a name for a reason.
However, no one said a word as the three of them entered the rather large and surprisingly spacious cabin. The ceiling soared high, easily four meters tall, leaving the entire area feeling open and vast.
Everything inside followed the same design: uncluttered, built for strength rather than comfort. Among the furnishings were two massive couches that looked as if they had been reinforced to handle more than an ordinary person's weight. Hercules settled casually onto one of them, spreading out like a king in his domain, while Max sat stiffly on the opposite side.
