踏踏——
踏.
At the boundary between Tartarus and the Underworld, obscure fluctuations spread slightly.
The leaping law enveloped this area, ejecting a black shadow from the void.
In an instant, slight tremors spread throughout the Underworld, and the master of the Fields of Truth seemed to sense the change here.
But when Hades' gaze fell, he only saw the restless edge of the Abyss.
Whether spontaneous or man-made, Hades couldn't make a judgment.
He couldn't help but associate it with the recent commotion.
"Underworld," he said.
"What a troubled autumn..."
His voice was as deep as ever. "Troubled autumn" had a figurative and literal meaning.
Because it was indeed autumn in the Mortal Realm, and his matters never seemed to lessen. So beside Hades, Persephone was tending to the pomegranates she had planted, rather than staying on Mount Olympus.
