Hades slowly stirred from his deep cultivation in the heart of the Necrovauld Graveyard. The thick, oppressive air hummed with death mana, a tangible force swirling around him, seeping into every pore.
His body was drenched in dark power, an almost intoxicating sensation. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips—his efforts had not been in vain.
As he stretched, cracking his neck, a sudden shift rippled through his consciousness. The connection to his main body pulsed, a surge of energy washing over him.
"It seems... my main body has broken through," Hades muttered to himself, his smirk deepening as he sensed the raw power from his original form, Lucas. The breakthrough to Two-Star had finally happened, the suppression no longer holding.
"Naturally, of course." He chuckled darkly, as if the result had been inevitable.
