As the ring adorned Raven's finger, a sinister darkness enveloped him, casting an eerie aura that seemed to consume the surrounding light. The atmosphere grew heavy, and a deafening silence fell upon the room.
"You think I would allow you?" Hades exclaimed, his voice resonating with a malevolence that could send chills down the spine.
In the blink of an eye, he materialised before the engulfing darkness that had ensnared Raven.
With a swift motion, Hades thrust his scorching Divine Weapon, a formidable artefact capable of slaying even divine beings. As the weapon made contact with the darkness, its flames appeared to consume and penetrate the depths of the shadowy abyss.
With each passing moment, the gap between Hades' bident and Raven, the epicentre of this darkness, diminished.
