Underworld. Core Section, Trial Hall.
The halls were dim but alive with murmurs, disputes, and the constant footsteps of denizens and divine spirits moving to fulfill their duties.
Among them stood Hera, a high-ranking Patron of the Underworld and self-proclaimed Queen of Underworld.
Her silken robes, once pristine and adorned with gold, were now slightly creased, stained faintly with the ink of scrolls and parchment from days of endless bureaucracy.
Her hair was pulled back into a loose braid, practicality replacing vanity. Her gaze, however, remained as sharp and imperious as ever.
She sat on a throne not meant for her, but one she now occupied by necessity—an obsidian chair placed before the judgment dais of Underworld, where conflicts and bureaucratic errors were settled daily.
Before her stood three lesser gods.
