At the same time, atop War God Mountain.
Wing-broken nymphs, headless deities, one-armed heroes, half-decayed divine monsters, and shattered humans... Layers of corpses piled upon each other, crushed beneath the rubble.
The devastated, collapsing temple fiercely burned, its ferocious flames soaring high. Severed limbs and organs were scattered all around, and the charring stench of flesh was nauseating. This battlefield, brimming with blood and deathly silence, seemed devoid of any signs of life, so horrific it was as if it were Tartarus Hell in the deepest depths of the Netherworld.
Hades, the God of the Underworld, and Persephone, Queen of the Underworld, could not help but be moved by this sight.
What kind of faith and strength could drive these lives to march toward death one after another?
"Is this really worth it?" Hades murmured to himself, unable to restrain the thought.
