Thalnor stood frozen, disbelief and fear etched into his pale face as Hades casually sat up, alive and completely composed. His mind raced, desperately trying to process the impossible scene before him. How could Hades still be alive? His plan had been flawless—or so he thought.
"How… how are you still alive after absorbing all that Abyss Mana?" Thalnor stammered, his voice cracking with disbelief. His eyes darted to Hades, wide with confusion. "I could smell death on you… the stench of a corpse! How is this possible?"
Hades chuckled softly, his laughter dripping with amusement. His eyes gleamed, not with the fear or submission Thalnor had expected, but with mocking satisfaction.
"You really thought you had me, didn't you?" Hades' tone was calm, almost condescending, as he brushed the dirt from his robes and stood to his full height. His every movement was deliberate, exuding a quiet confidence that sent a chill down Thalnor's spine.
