The Underworld was no longer a battlefield.
It was a wound in reality.
Hades and the Conqueror stood at its center, locked in a war that no world, no pantheon, could contain. Their battle had already broken the laws of existence.
The rivers of the dead no longer flowed—they spiraled upward, caught in the raw divinity pouring from the two gods. The land beneath them no longer existed as solid ground—it was pure concept now, shifting, uncertain, bending between past and future, between what was and what could be.
And above them?
The sky itself shattered.
The divine plane had reached its limit.
And something was about to break.
The Unstoppable vs. The Inevitable
The Conqueror moved first.
Not with hesitation. Not with thought.
With dominance.
His golden blade, the weapon that had ended entire pantheons, blazed with divine force. The weight of millions of fallen gods pressed into a single, perfect strike.
A swing that had never failed.
A strike that had never been blocked.
Hades blocked it.
Not with brute strength.
Not with resistance.
With acceptance.
His Soul Sword rose to meet the attack, and the moment they collided—
The Underworld screamed.
The force of the impact did not send shockwaves. It did not break mountains.
It erased them.
The very concept of the land beneath them ceased to exist. A hole in creation, a void that was neither light nor dark.
The war had escalated beyond gods.
Beyond kings.
Beyond fate itself.
And still, they fought.
Olympus Moves
Zeus could no longer stand still.
The halls of Olympus shook—not from war, not from an outside force—but from fear.
The gods had gathered, watching from the golden throne room as the divine plane itself trembled beneath the weight of Hades and the Conqueror's battle.
Even Poseidon, Lord of the Seas, one of the strongest gods in existence, gripped his trident with unease. "This is beyond anything we've seen."
Athena narrowed her eyes. "Hades is changing."
Zeus remained silent.
But he already knew.
Hades had reached a threshold that no Olympian had ever approached. He was pushing past godhood itself.
And if he succeeded…
There would be no stopping him.
Lightning crackled along Zeus' fingertips, the storm building in his chest.
"We're ending this."
Hera arched a brow. "So you're going to help him?"
Zeus exhaled slowly. "No."
He turned, his storm-filled gaze burning with resolve.
"We're going to stop him."
The Turning Point
Back in the Underworld, the battle was nearing its peak.
The Conqueror gritted his teeth, his golden aura flaring with renewed intensity. "You refuse to fall."
Hades did not answer.
Because falling was never an option.
He lifted his blade again, and this time, the Underworld did not just react—it changed.
The battlefield solidified.
The blackened rivers stilled.
For the first time since the war began, the Underworld did not resist the fight.
It accepted it.
It accepted him.
And Hades understood.
He had always ruled the dead.
He had always been the End.
But he had never been complete.
Until now.
A new divinity awakened.
The air turned silent.
The Conqueror felt it. The Underworld felt it.
Olympus felt it.
And in that moment, Hades became something more.
Not a god.
Not a king.
Something else.
Something greater.
And Zeus arrived.
Foreshadowing: A War on Two Fronts
The divine plane had shifted.
Every god, every pantheon, felt what had just happened.
Some watched in awe.
Some watched in horror.
And some… prepared for war.
Because Hades was no longer just a god of the dead.
And Olympus was no longer his only enemy.