Ch 196— Bonus Chapter: Hecate (1)
Grim World
The sky had been black for days. Not the kind of black that belonged to the night, but the sickly, ashen void left behind when gods bled into the dirt and the world couldn't tell the difference between heaven and hell anymore. It was an endless landscape of battle and blood.
Hecate crouched in the remains of a ruined temple, her back pressed against cold, broken stone. The scent of charred flesh clung to her battle wear, an unshakable reminder that nothing in this war was untouched by death. The battlefield beyond stretched for miles without end— a wasteland of shattered weapons, bodies crushed under the weight of gods, and rivers that ran red with ichor and mortal blood alike.