Underworld, Fields of Truth.
When both the surface and the Abyss were engaged in fierce combat, the Underworld, bathed in moonlight, remained remarkably tranquil.
There was still a slight delay before the noise from the Abyss could be heard. At this moment, in the Fields of Truth, one could see a continuous stretch of buildings rising and falling, and silent creatures coming and going.
Everything appeared orderly, much like a grand silent film. And in the central Hades Palace, Hades was holding a goblet, drinking by himself.
The Queen of the Underworld had gone to the surface to gather information, and no other gods from the Underworld had been summoned.
In front of him, to his side, sat only Charon, the ferryman of the River of Sorrow, stiff and upright, with a respectful expression on his aged face.
"Your Majesty truly has a masterful strategy, knowing early on that those fellows were unreliable."
