Decades had passed since the Underworld had been reshaped under the rule of Hades.
What once was an empty void cloaked in eternal gloom had become a thriving realm with cities forged in obsidian and crystal, biomes that mimicked the mortal world(with the exception of fauna and flora as Underworld still couldn't sustain life), and an intricate circulation system for souls.
It had become a realm of judgment, reward, and punishment—divided into three sacred regions: the Outer Section for the damned, the Inner Section for ordinary souls, and the Core Section, the very heart of the Underworld, where gods, divine spirits, and great souls dwelled.
From the Hanging Fortress that floated above it all, Hades could see his kingdom in motion—souls moving like rivers, divine spirits maintaining order, and his laws being upheld with unwavering discipline.
And yet, despite the order and progress, Hades sat on his throne rubbing his temples, his face slightly twisted in frustration.
