A million blue-tinged souls, lost in darkness, stood blankly in the void, their frenzied will growing ever stronger.
Their ethereal, blue-green soul bodies began to twist wildly.
It was as if countless hideous and ugly creatures were trying to break through their light bodies.
Evil whispers echoed through the chaos, chanting even more blasphemous prayers.
Their empty eye sockets were filled with darkness, and fanatical evil thoughts completely occupied their minds, sanity, and even their bodies.
Buzzing—
Low, muffled chants, filled with chaos and madness, echoed around the battlefield for a long time, like an endless incantation.
The low murmur traveled far and wide.
Ever since the first soul to come into contact with this chaotic sound lost consciousness, it has been trapped in an abyss of unconsciousness.
He let the black liquid overflow from his eyes and stream down his face.
And it followed that terrifying, distorted eye, chanting incessantly:
"All things are supreme, and the thoughts of evil gods are all that they desire."
"My master—Habika—"
The low, eerie sound spread like a plague.
The moment the first ghost uttered these words, the blue ghosts beside it also lost their minds.
They joined in this ominous chanting.
"The supreme being, the object of the evil god's thoughts..."
Soon after, the million blue-green ghosts scattered across the black platform all stood there, stunned.
Each of the departed souls swayed and drifted, its blue body torn apart by tentacles or other invisible forces composed of countless biological remains.
Even so, each of the dead souls still murmured to themselves, reciting prayers praising the evil god.
However, in this darkness, no one could see their condition clearly.
Only the long, mechanical chanting resounded like a divine oracle throughout the void.
Now, Persephone's situation is not very good either.
Simply put, she underestimated the influence of the terrifying being summoned by Victor.
Similarly, she overestimated her willpower.
She sat on the crimson throne in the center of the audience, her eyes closed.
He covered his ears tightly with both hands, trying hard not to pay attention to the eerie deity that was the only thing that could be seen in the darkness.
"How can this be called a god?"
What god is like this?
Bizarre, blasphemous, twisted, insane, and beyond description.
Even though she had covered her ears tightly, trying to block out the eerie sounds and chaotic murmurs, she was still trying to block them out.
These sounds, however, were like writhing maggots that could penetrate anywhere, constantly invading her ears.
Even with her eyes closed, the darkness within them still revealed a clear sense of fragmentation and chaos.
Space collapsed, and everything went mad, whether soul or living being, all were plunged into an unspeakable frenzy.
If she had known she might also be contaminated, she would never have come to watch this spectacle.
However, what she saw before her eyes made Persephone realize that she had made the right bet.
She reopened her eyes and looked up at the place where the giant pupils were facing each other.
In that deep and deathly darkness, only a faint orange glow flickered.
That was a tiny spark of light that only she could see.
That was Hades, her one and only love.
Now, he stands in confrontation with that evil god, like a morning star trying to tear apart this deep, chaotic darkness.
No matter how distorted or dark this world became, Hades never gave up.
He continuously unleashed the hellish power he attracted, resisting the ever-surging evil thoughts and the darkness that tried to engulf everything.
But Persephone knew that even Hades' current 'strongest' state was actually a facade.
He cannot maintain such a 'peak' state.
His power will gradually diminish to one-tenth of its original strength over time due to the promise he made to the gods.
Although it's not much, it's enough.
This was precisely the promise Hades made to the gods.
It was also the constraint that prevented him from leaving the underworld and even from challenging those gods again.
If Hades is determined to challenge the gods again, then this constraint on him must be lifted.
Persephone knew that the way to break Hades's shackles was quite simple.
All it takes is for a human to actually "kill" him once.
Even if Viktor were to kill Hades at his peak, Hades would simply fall into a deep sleep.
When he awakens again, all the restraints on his body will disappear, and he will be reborn.
However, this condition sounds simple.
In reality, who could kill Hades ten times in a row, especially while Hades was getting stronger?
In short, even if Hades stood still, 99% of the people in the world could not break through his defenses.
Even knowing how to break Hades's bonds seems to be of no use.
Because no human can defeat Hades.
As a result, Viktor's appearance brought a glimmer of hope to Persephone.
This powerful, irrational human, who is so strong that he is obliterated by the rules, might bring Hades a surprise.
Therefore, Viktor had already made this deal with Persephone.
You help me kill my husband, and I'll help you leave the underworld.
If you need me to do anything or help you during this time, just tell me.
This plot, which appears to be about conspiring with an adulterer to kill the wife, is actually a desperate measure taken by Persephone in order to free Hades from the constraints of the gods.
Therefore, this matter must be done secretly, without Hades' knowledge.
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