"Are you ready, Hades!"
Noah looked at the little one in front of him, whose expression was mixed with unease and anticipation. Ten years have passed, but he has only grown from a tiny tot to a little bean, and the baby fat on the sides of his cheeks has only become richer.
"Your father is coming to pick you up."
"I'm ready."
For someone who has just passed his tenth birthday, a member of the Longevity Species, he is still in the infant stage. So young, yet about to embark on the bloodiest and cruelest Plane Battlefield, it is truly a loss of morality and humanity.
But Hades' eyes were full of expectation because he had been preparing for this day for ten whole years. Over those years, he had no entertainment, putting his heart and soul into mastering and controlling his own power.
