The silent, brilliant air of the Empyrean Realm seemed to crackle as Hades opened his eyes.
The light that spilled forth was no longer merely divine; it was dense, infinite, and utterly overwhelming.
His consciousness, which had been diffused across the unimaginable expanse of infinite alternate lives, snapped back into the singularity of his Prime body.
The return was not merely a recollection, but something more; an apotheosis.
His consciousness had fought, learned, and grew exponentially through the agony of an infinite timelines, achieving victory or suffering destruction across countless existential battles against Azathoth's fragments.
That nurtured, distilled power—the combined conceptual growth of an infinite number of highly potent, parallel Hadeses—flooded back into his core, allowing his power to reach an even greater heights.
