Ch. 55: The Chains of Prometheus (I)
"Lord Hades!" The voice of the winged guard, draped in gleaming golden armor, snapped me out of my thoughts. We stood before a massive structure surrounded by crumbling pillars, nestled deep in the desolate region of Olympus. Few dared venture here, a place long abandoned by the gods. Shadows crept across the landscape, long and twisted, cast by the eerie twilight that bathed the sky. The atmosphere itself felt heavy, almost suffocating. "This way, my lord," the guard urged, his wings fluttering briefly as he gestured for us to follow.
I glanced at Hecate. She had her usual calm, mysterious expression, but her eyes sparkled with quiet intensity. We were both aware of what lay ahead, but the path still felt foreboding.
