In Other Distant Realm

Hades stood in the heart of his domain, the dim glow of spectral flames casting eerie shadows across the vast, desolate underworld. 

The air was thick with the scent of old death and the silence stretched endlessly, broken only by the distant wails of souls lingering at the edge of the River Styx.

He had received the news even thougj they were scattered and incomplete just like whispers carried through the void. The corruption had taken root in Olympus and spreading like a disease, turning followers against their gods and breaking the once-unshakable foundations of divine order.

It was chaos and destruction.

And yet, Hades found himself unmoved.

He had never been part of Olympus in truth. His brothers, Zeus and Poseidon, had always left him to his shadows, their concerns never extending beyond their own realms.