Underworld.
Another pocket dimension, far from the first gathering, buzzed with energy.
This one was darker, quieter, but no less lively with conversation.
The six beings sat in a circle around a black flame that flickered in the center, its glow casting long shadows on their faces.
Acheron sat with his arms crossed, looking as stern as ever, his voice booming as he spoke.
Cocytus, his face streaked with tears that never stopped flowing, leaned forward with a thoughtful expression.
Phlegethon's body shimmered like flowing magma, heat radiating from him in waves.
Hypnos reclined on a floating cushion, half-asleep.
Thanatos stood with his arms behind his back, calm and serious, while Erebus himself lounged casually, his form shifting slightly like living darkness.
"The queen should be Nyx," Erebus said with finality, his voice deep and smooth. "She is power incarnate, eternal night itself. She was also the first one to claim Lord Hades. None are more fitting than she."
