Hades quickly regained his composure, his dark robes fluttering violently in the surge of dimensional turbulence that raged above them.
The air itself crackled, reality groaning under the immense pressure of the rift tearing itself wider with every passing second.
The realm of the dead, the domain of Hades, was starting to collapse.
Just then, a sudden burst of divine energy illuminated the skies.
Twelve powerful presences arrived like falling stars, each one descending around Hades with unyielding resolve.
Hades remained still, knowing full well who these powerful aura belong to.
Hecate, the goddess of magic, her eyes shimmering with purple light. Mystical symbols rotated around her, humming with primordial tunes.
Hera, the goddess of marriage, her regal form shining with blinding might, eyes narrowed at the being trying to tear apart reality from above.
