Move Again

Hades remained silent for a long moment. The Underworld was always a place of stillness, where the dead lingered in quiet eternity. But now, that silence felt heavier, laden with unspoken fears and the weight of something neither god fully comprehend.

Hades had always sensed something lurking at the edges of existence. A presence he had deliberately ignored.

He had heard of the Black Wall long ago, but after one brief encounter with its mysteries, he had chosen to stay far away. It was not his concern.

Or so he had convinced himself.

But if Zeus, the most arrogant and stubborn of them all, was openly admitting to this threat, then it was no longer something he could ignore. And worse, he could feel it too.

Deep in his being, in the very foundation of his essence. Something behind that Black Wall was indeed stirring.

His fingers curled slightly. How long had it been since he had felt this kind of unease?