The Empyrean Realm was cast in a soft, internal glow, and upon the radiant throne, Hades sat, his form utterly still, his eyes closed, his face achieving a state of profound, unsettling serenity.
Currently, he was engaged in the most critical defense of his life: he had projected his consciousness across the vast, collapsing architecture of the Hyperverse, plunging into the infinite expanse of the parallel timelines.
He was fighting the erasure of his own roots, struggling to stabilize and stitch together the conceptual remnants of the dying universes that were being devoured by the Outer Ones' accelerating hunger.
Nyx, the Goddess of Night, floated silently near him.
She acted as his guard and failsafe, tasked to bring his consciousness back from the infinite parallel timelines back in the prime timeline if something goes wrong.
