Hades stepped into the Necrovauld Graveyard, and the moment he crossed its threshold, a dense, suffocating atmosphere enveloped him. The air was heavy with death mana, so thick it seemed to cling to his skin like an invisible shroud, swirling around him in a dark, almost tangible fog.
He stood still for a moment, letting the sinister energy seep into his very being. A slow, satisfied smile spread across his face as he absorbed the magnitude of what surrounded him. There were also a lot of souls that were basically floating freely around.
This graveyard was unlike any place he had encountered before—an unparalleled treasure trove brimming with the dark, potent energy that perfectly suited his abilities.
