"I don't get the perspective of mortals as to why would they fear you just because of your facial features."
Hades spoke as if he doesn't notice the aura Joren unconsciously emits. With the way he moves and with the way he talks, it's like he's finding trouble while not at the same time.
This intrigued the God of the Dead. As the moment passed together with Joren, Hades could feel his potential. However, in his eyes, this lesser undead have reached his limit the moment he had died.
'This man might be after his half-soul that Allecto holds. Is he trying to trick me?'
Hades smirked behind the shadow that his hood casts. He doesn't know if he should be angered or be amused. What he does know is that Joren brought an eventful day. That, he's willing to forgive.
"That's fine, I don't understand them either. The only thing that's different on me from the others is how I clench my eyebrows." Joren commented before moving on to the next topic, "What do you usually do in here?"
