Hades usually didn't let his pride get the better of him in the middle of a fight. But sometimes, principles had to be cast aside, and instinct took control.
And when Averis spoke, something inside him snapped.
{Alert! Another crack has formed in the Core!}
He ignored the system's warning.
His aura erupted, scorching the ground beneath his feet. Trees nearby burst into flames, and the air itself grew heavy, warping under the pressure.
Avalin closed her eyes, forcing herself to scan the surroundings for an ambush—even though every fiber of her body begged her to simply bask in her Lord's glory. To kneel, to worship.
Marilyn felt the same. Her feverish gaze never left Hades. If Kaelith hadn't restrained her, she might have thrown herself between them in blind devotion.
Even Averis's maid trembled, her mind screaming at her to flee, to get as far from that crushing presence as possible.
