The heavens burned.
The moment the foreign gods breached the Underworld's border, existence rebelled. Space twisted, time faltered, and the weight of two divine forces colliding sent tremors through the divine plane.
This was not a battle.
This was a war between gods.
Hades stood at the heart of it, his black robes flowing like the tide of an endless abyss. The Underworld itself responded to its master, shadows deepening, the rivers of the dead raging, the mountains trembling as if sensing the coming slaughter.
Across from him, the invaders gathered. A pantheon unlike Olympus. Their power crackled in the air, divine flames illuminating their golden armor. Their leader, a god clad in brilliant light, stepped forward. His aura was one of conquest and dominion.
His eyes burned with arrogance. He had come to claim the Underworld.
Hades watched him with unreadable eyes.
Then he raised a single hand.
And the Underworld roared.
The Clash of Kings
The invader struck first.
His blade cut through space itself, an arc of golden power screaming toward Hades. It could have split a world in half.
Hades did not move.
He lifted a single finger—not in defense, but in command.
The attack shattered before it reached him. Unmade. Erased.
The golden god's expression flickered. Just for a moment.
Then Hades moved.
The air itself cracked, the space around him bending. The weight of his presence deepened, pressing down on the battlefield.
The Soul Sword appeared in his grip, its ethereal form humming with the voices of the dead. A weapon forged not from steel, but from something greater—inevitability.
Hades exhaled slowly. "You are mistaken."
The golden god tensed.
"You did not come to conquer."
Hades stepped forward.
Reality fractured.
"You came to kneel."
And then he struck.
Olympus – The War Reaches the Gods
Zeus stood at the peak of Olympus, staring into the storm-wracked skies.
He could feel it.
The clash of divine power rippling through the divine plane. The war had begun.
Poseidon appeared beside him, trident in hand, his sea-green gaze shadowed. "It's worse than we thought."
Zeus' fingers curled into a fist, lightning crackling along his knuckles. "They didn't come for Olympus."
Poseidon nodded grimly. "They came for Hades."
Ares stepped forward, his eyes blazing with excitement. "Then let them fight."
Athena, ever the strategist, frowned. "And if Hades wins?"
The silence was deafening.
Because they all knew.
If Hades won this war… he would no longer be a god bound to Olympus.
He would be something greater.
Zeus exhaled sharply.
"We cannot allow that."
The decision was made.
Olympus would act.
And this war was far from over.
Foreshadowing: The Next Stage of the War
Beyond the divine plane, other pantheons watched.
Some in fear.
Some in curiosity.
And some, waiting for their own chance to strike.
Hades was no longer just a god.He was becoming something unstoppable.