Under the vast sky of the Underworld, where rivers of fire twisted through black stone and lost souls whispered in eternal lament, an ocean of divine spirits, ancient gods, and monstrous entities stood gathered beneath the towering fortress that floated in silence above them all.
The floating citadel, Hades' fortress, cast a long, intimidating shadow over the realm—symbolic of the man who would now rule it.
This was not a day like any other.
It was the day a king would rise.
Even those whose names had been lost to time, ancient beings who had slumbered through the reign of Titans, had stirred.
From the edges of Tartarus to the farthest reaches of Lethe's domain, all eyes turned toward the dark heavens, watching.
The Underworld was tense, the whole realm holding its breath.
They all waited.
For they knew that a god will now officially ascend to the throne of underworld.
At this moment, the realm shook.
And "He" appeared.
