"Who is he?"
In the Underworld, Heracles looked at the gray feathers scattered in the air.
The sneak attack by Hypnos was within his expectations, but without Ande's help,
he realized that even knowing the opponent's intentions, he could hardly resist.
After all, in the original trajectory, even without personally wielding the dominion of "Dreams," Hypnos, who was among the three thousand daimones of dreams, was still able to plot against Zeus with Hera's assistance, so the Great Hero would naturally be no exception.
But since the opponent had already left, he still needed to know the origin of this deity.
"If nothing unexpected happens, this is an entity from within Hell,"
Ande slowly spoke, offering his opinion.
"Don't pay too much attention to him. He wouldn't dare stay long in the Mortal Realm — did you notice the mark he took?"
"You mean the Divine King's lightning-looking mark?"
"Yes."
Nodding slightly, the puppet smiled.
