While the skies of the mortal world thundered with divine might, deep in the heart of creation's shadow—the Underworld—a different kind of storm was gathering.
Far away from any divine cities of the underworld, there was a field.
It was vast, stretching to the horizon with no end in sight.
Golden sands, ancient and untouched, shimmered with faint whispers of souls long buried.
The Underworld stretches to infinity, and even Hades has yet to reach the very end of it. He can do it if he put on an effort, but after some distance, everything else just became an endless land of sand.
There was no point trying to explore it.
Although, if he has enough time, he would love to explore it later.
And it is on this endless plain of sand where Hades planned on pulling the primordial mother.
He obviously couldn't pull her at the heart of Underworld. The amount of damage it would cause would be devastating.
