A deathly echo emanated from the chaotic darkness, seeping into Hades' body.
Blurry tentacles crawled out from the wriggling worm-like bodies within those pupils.
It seemed to tear through the barrier and entwine Hades's delicious body, burning with intense heat.
At this moment, neither Hades nor the blue ghosts hidden in the darkness could perceive it.
All they could see were those cold, sinister eyes revealed in the deepest shadows.
In this chaos, the eye appeared blasphemous and ugly, yet indescribable and extraordinaryly sacred.
Utterly absurd, yet utterly unparalleled.
The million blue-green souls stood motionless, black liquid flowing from their lifeless pupils.
Yet, strangely, it reflected the image of a huge, malevolent eye in front of it.
They seemed to want to kneel down, to sing praises, and to fearlessly offer everything to this mysterious and mad god.
Immediately following, a strange, distant, and mysterious howl echoed around them.
"I am an ancient god of the world, the ultimate evil born from chaos and distortion."
“Give me everything: your souls, your bodies, and the very meaning of being,”
"A complete transformation, a new faith."
Hearing these menacing whispers, Hades felt a cold sweat break out.
He never realized that the raven that Viktor was with was such a dangerous creature.
At this moment, Hades fully understood Victor's cunning intentions.
He softened and bound his movements, and used the second night to exhaust his strength.
Finally, the most important method was concealed by the enveloping darkness.
No wonder they even attack Viktor from the rules, treating him like a virus.
No wonder Victor went to great lengths to win the admiration and worship of these millions of dead.
No wonder Persephone believed that Victor was the one who would break the deadlock, the one who would change the entire ecosystem of the gods.
In this darkness, he could see nothing around him, nor could he stop the endless worship of the dead.
He felt so small under those distorted pupils, not even a speck of dust.
Because Victor's actions were never simply about wanting to leave the Underworld.
Beneath that infinitely complex and bizarre strategy, his goal has always remained clear.
"Creating a god..."
That ancient, soul-crushing, twisted chant still echoes in this darkness.
The seductive words were like a sharp steel awl, piercing deeply into Hades's heart.
“Remember my name, the name of God.”
“Shrinking, worship, amazement, madness,”
"I am an ancient evil god—"
"Ha-bi-ka-!"
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