At the heart of the Underworld, the Fields of Truth.
Unlike the edge where Gaia was currently located, even the always desolate Underworld inevitably looked a bit different at its core.
The towering Divine Palace of Hades was built here, surrounded by many strangely styled buildings that were established layer by layer. Their existence was like a decoration, making the bleak interface appear more vibrant.
But that was all days ago. Now, this realm that had suffered an unprovoked disaster looked far from intact.
"Whooosh—"
"—Bang!"
Following a loud noise, Hades's mouth twitched slightly. He watched the wall, which had collapsed simply from his touch, and his pale face unavoidably darkened a bit.
This was not an isolated case; similar situations were scattered all around. Faced with this sudden disaster, Hades didn't know what would be appropriate to say.
