The golden throne of the Empyrean, the absolute center of the ten integrated universes, hummed with a frequency that would have vaporized a lesser god.
The air itself was thick, saturated with the weight of billions of prayers and the cold, unyielding pressure of Supreme Law.
At this moment, sitting within the throne of the Empyrean, Hades opened his eyes.
They were like twin abysses of violet-black sovereignty, reflecting the death and rebirth of entire timelines.
Just then, the throne rippled as Hera, Aphrodite, Hecate, and Nyx all appeared in front of him as if space itself bended to their will.
The four Queens did not arrive via chariot or portal like they normally do, but they simply were, like the reality decided that they exist at this moment.
Right now, the four of them, having grown stronger from defeating the Great Outer Ones—Yog-Sothoth, Shub-Niggurath, Nyarlathotep, and the Sleeper Tsathoggua—their aura had become completely unrecognizable.
