(1 day till the start of the war...)
Hades stepped through the enchanted threshold of Hecate's palace—now repurposed into the hidden nerve center of the Nemesis organization. The old sigils of protection that once whispered secrets of shadow magic had changed. Now they pulsed with a new rhythm, something organized, deliberate, and secretive.
He had not been invited, but he didn't need to be.
As the God of the Underworld, the boundaries of reality often bent around his will, and no arcane barrier could keep him out if he truly intended to enter. The palace's long corridors were veiled in half-light, cast by braziers that burned with deep violet flame. Golden mosaics of forgotten punishments shimmered on the floor as he advanced—his steps echoing like the tolling of a funeral bell.
At last, he entered the chamber.
