Under the dim sky, the glow from the flowing river of molten lava brightened half of the sky. On the vast land below, the souls of mortals were faint and sporadic.
This was a scene rarely seen in the reality of the Underworld. As the ruler of the Underworld, Hades had been particularly busy lately because the great war among mortals had brought the underlying conflicts among the Olympian Gods to the surface, and the death toll of humans kept rising, resulting in a massive influx of souls into the Underworld.
However, watching the gods wage war upon the earth while remaining as an onlooker, Hades found some pleasure amidst the busyness, but now, his good mood had come to an end.
Looking at the stranger before him, Hades's expression grew increasingly somber.
