The space between reality.
The space beyond concepts where the divine council takes place.
Colors that didn't belong to any spectrum swirled in slow, infinite motion.
Shapes almost like stars shimmered, then folded into themselves, as if the laws of existence struggled to remain coherent here.
A round table floated at the center, stable and immutable, as though it alone was immune to the chaos around it.
Several beings sat there, silently, as if waiting for something, or someone.
When Hades first stepped onto this impossible floor, the weight of presence struck him instantly.
Even without words, he could feel the vastness of the beings gathered. Each aura was distinct—some burned like suns, others coiled like storms, others radiated ancient patience.
But all paled before one.
Seated on the largest throne, his figure relaxed yet utterly unshakable, was a man whose mere existence seemed to eclipse everything else in the room.
