The great Throne Hall of the Underworld was vast enough to make even gods feel small, it is a cathedral of black marble and shimmering obsidian veins that pulsed faintly with divine energy.
The ceiling seemed to vanish into infinity, stars glimmering faintly across the endless dark dome above, as if the night sky itself bowed to the lord of the realm.
In the center of that grand hall, upon a dais shaped like a blooming black lotus, sat Hades, the King of the Underworld, his posture composed yet regal, the very embodiment of quiet power.
To his right stood Nyx, draped in her usual mantle of starlight, the primordial goddess whose presence seemed to dim even the radiant flames of the hall's ghostly torches.
Her gaze was calm but sharp, her smile faint and knowing, as though she already foresaw the threads of every possible outcome that could unfold.
