"He has seen it."
Hades curled his lips into a satisfied smile, though to [Deception], it looked unsettlingly strange.
"Seen... seen what?"
"The death goddess Hera, the ruler of the Underworld in the Norse pantheon. Unfortunately, she's still just a little girl, not fully matured."
Hades seemed to be in a good mood and surprisingly willing to explain a few things to [Deception].
After all, to [Deception], the River of the Underworld was just an unending, dark river.
Indeed, John had seen it.
John's body continued to sink, his consciousness gradually fading.
His heart, which had been beating frantically, now slowed to an occasional spasm, each one barely keeping him alive.
Noticing the approaching presence of a living being, Hera looked up, her gaze meeting John's.
"Human..."
"Goddess..."
John finally fell.
Despite being at the end of his strength, he forced himself to stand and quietly looked at Hera.
