In the serene, blinding light of the Empyrean Realm, Hades sat utterly motionless upon his throne, his eyes sealed against the current reality.
Yet, a deep, conceptual sigh of relief subtly altered the turbulent energy surrounding his still form.
Though his consciousness was currently fractured into an infinite number of simultaneous projections—each one fighting to save a collapsing timeline—he was still able to monitor the crucial events unfolding in the Prime Timeline.
The image of Hecate being skewered by the Outer One's tentacle had flashed through his awareness, and a spike of cold, annihilating terror that threatened to rupture his focus and shatter the timelines he was attempting to mend.
That was his wife, his brilliant strategist, the mother of his children, and the thought of her extinction, of that profound personal loss, had nearly compelled him to abandon the collapsing roots and surge back to the front.
