Hades smirked, a dark glint in his crimson eyes. The idea of becoming an inner disciple in one swift move was an enticing prospect, one that filled him with a sense of twisted excitement.
The Necrovauld Academy was already proving to be more interesting than he had anticipated. The freedom to embrace his darker nature without the constraints of morality was something that intrigued him deeply.
As he surveyed the remaining competitors, his gaze cold and calculating, Hades couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation. This was the perfect opportunity to test the limits of his new powers, honed through his relentless cultivation.
Hades's smile widened as his gaze settled on a hulking figure in the crowd, a man who stood out not just for his size but for the intense hatred and envy etched into his features.
The man was a giant, easily towering over Hades, his muscles straining against the rough, dark armor that barely contained his bulk.
