At the very edge of existence, Hades stood with arms crossed and eyes narrowed, gazing out into the infinite black expanse.
The remnants of the old crack in the cosmos still pulsed faintly in his vision—Nyx had sealed it perfectly, but the scar remained like a phantom pain.
A wound from another war from another age.
He could still remember the moment he had struck Uranus with such force that reality itself had split.
That moment… still echoed here.
He had come here, not for nostalgia, but because Nyx had told him something both exhilarating and maddening.
"Other pantheons exist."
Other gods. Other realms. Other rules. Laws beyond Olympus and Gaia and Tartarus.
It made Hades' fingers twitch with excitement.
The possibility of realms governed by laws and order foreign to them?
It was everything the power hungry god of the dead always dreamed of.
It was freedom. It was curiosity.
He raised the Breakdown Sphere, and it flickered with unstable light.
