Within the grand gate, as the mist gradually descended, three figures appeared — one of them sat upon a throne of lava, exuding a deathly aura so dense it seemed tangible.
Nero, upon seeing the figure, had the name [Hades] immediately flash through her mind...[Nether King], [Grim Reaper]... such titles surged into her consciousness at that very moment.
Seeing and instantly knowing the name, understanding the nature of its existence... such unity of legend can be called [God]— [Hades] is such a God.
But what about the other two?
That male, although not seated upon the throne, stood equal with [Hades]... not possessing as much as this legendary [Nether King] — was he the Club Owner?
But wasn't the Club Owner her master?
Nero's mind went blank at this moment, as for the conversation between [Hades] and the [Club Owner], she seemed to not catch it clearly... or rather, she actually heard it but could not comprehend its content... she suddenly fell into a kind of identity crisis.
