The last golden sparks of Hermes' teleportation vanished into the air, and for a brief moment, the hall was plunged into an almost respectful silence.
Then, a deep, resonant sound echoed through the corridors of Erebus—silver and bronze trumpets, vibrating in unison, making the ground tremble. The flames of the torches bowed, as if an ancient and powerful presence were passing through the gates.
The enormous obsidian doors slowly opened, revealing the couple who, at least in theory, were the hosts of that divine gathering: Hades and Persephone.
Hades walked with his usual imposing posture—tall, pale as marble, wrapped in a black cloak with silver threads that resembled the gleam of ashes under the moon. His eyes, a deep and icy blue, swept across the hall like the gaze of a king measuring the worth of each soul present.
