The Underworld was no longer a realm of chaos. It had order, law, and a king upon its throne. But beyond its borders, the Titans still roared in defiance.
Their war against Olympus was all but lost, but Kronos' fallen brethren had not forgotten their swallowed kin.
From the depths of Tartarus, their voices rose in challenge.
"You claim dominion over death, son of Cronus," came a voice, low and jagged, scraping against the very fabric of reality. "But death is not yours to rule."
A rumbling filled the Underworld. The ground trembled as something massive and ancient stirred.
From the abyss, a beast was unleashed.
Kampe.
A creature of nightmare, a remnant of the old wars. Her body was a twisting horror of scales and wings, her twin serpent tails snapping with the hunger of unchained Titans. A hundred blackened eyes opened across her torso, each glowing with malice.
And she came for him.
Hades did not rise from his throne. He merely tilted his head, observing the creature's descent. The Underworld was his. Did they truly think they could challenge him here?
As Kampe lunged, his hand closed around the hilt of the Soul Sword.
The Underworld itself shook—not in fear, but in recognition.
Hades stood.
The first true battle of his reign had begun.
This sets up Hades' first divine battle against a Titan-forged beast.