Battle With Hades

Clyde's vision blackened in an instant.

His instincts had screamed, but his body was a fraction too slow. He paid the price for that mistake.

Something cold and filled with immense power coiled around him. It was tight and merciless.

Before he could react, the force yanked him downward like a puppet ripped from the sky.

BOOM!

He crashed into the sanctified earth below with a thunderous impact. The ground split beneath him, a crater exploding outward from where he landed, sending debris and marble shards into the air.

A thick cloud of dust rose, hiding the figure who now approaching.

Hades stood at the crater's edge, calm and composed, his expression still cold as always. In his hands, the obsidian-black chains slithered back like serpents, vanishing into the shadows that clung to his form.

The same chains had dragged Clyde from the sky.