Chapter 82, The bath(Final part)

Mr. George's fair skin had turned bright red, resembling a tomato left out in the sun too long.

The body of the demigods tended to be sturdy and capable of enduring the majority of what the world of man could throw at it. But George's unblessed body had a complexion that seemed to be auditioning for a lobster festival.

The steam of the sauna burned like hot coal, but to the demihumans, it felt natural and normal. They basked in the scorching heat like it was a mild summer breeze.

The sauna itself, constructed from fragrant cedar wood, offered dry heat that seeped into the muscles, providing deep relaxation. It wasn't unusual to see patrons emerge from the sauna looking like they had been reborn, but Mr. George walked out looking like smoked fish.

"Damn freaks, every last one of them," Mr. George muttered with a dark scowl as he left the heating room with a towel barely clinging to his waist. He looked like a crimson parade balloon a random demigod thought as he went into the sauna.