As Boris's massive fist was about to smash Hades into the ground, Morette couldn't help but cry out.
How could the man who seemed like an invincible deity possibly lose?
This was the same Hades who had effortlessly slain five Ashen gods, leaving them no chance to resist. So why now, against Boris, did he appear so weak?
Had Morette misjudged him?
Was it possible that Hades had relied on some rare artifact to kill the Ashen gods? Or worse, had the entire spectacle been a ruse—a carefully staged performance meant to deceive them all?
It wasn't just Morette. The other gods whom Sterl had saved wore the same expressions of doubt and disbelief.
Many of the other gods glanced at them with pity.
Hades was their chosen savior, the one they had brought back with them, and just moments ago, they had even gone along with him to deceive the high-ranking god. Even if they hadn't known, they wouldn't escape punishment entirely.