Not only that, she also knew that those wraiths had given her a very strange name, "Primitive Moon".
Although, from the perspective of the 'Moon', the Nether Moon indeed was the original one, this nickname still sounded somewhat odd.
"That's good, my visit here is indeed related to them."
Feeling somewhat relieved, Hades stretched out his hand to capture a thread of the pale purple moonlight.
This power, a mixture of Spirituality and Element, wasn't as complicated as he had imagined, but in order to spread this power throughout the range of the Underworld, the function of the corresponding Godhood was indispensable.
"Since you know them, you must have felt the faith that emanates from them, right?"
His expression grew more solemn as Hades looked at the land in the distance, towards the temple structure built on the east side of the Underworld's Divine Palace.
