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said, the name dripping with disdain. "At last, you've come."

"I have," I said evenly, stepping forward. "You've been tearing at the fabric of my realm, spreading chaos among its people. Who are you, and what do you want?"

The figure's shifting stopped, solidifying into a humanoid form cloaked in darkness. "I am Erethon, born of the void that existed before your precious Olympians carved their throne from the chaos. My purpose is simple: to unmake the order you cling to so desperately."

"Unmake?" I asked, my voice hardening. "Do you think this is justice? The souls you've corrupted, the lives you've destroyed—they deserved peace, not chaos."

Erethon's laughter was hollow, echoing across the chamber. "Peace? What peace? The Underworld is a lie, Hades. You do not rule over justice; you preside over torment. The souls in your care are chained to their regrets, their dreams lost to your order. I offer them freedom."