Chapter 39: Sky and Underworld, Time and Magic

The temple of Cronus loomed before Hades, its mere presence warping reality itself.

Hades strode forward, the weight of the underworld following in his wake. The air around the temple of Cronus was thick with distortion, rippling as if time itself was rejecting his presence.

The temple was a realm outside of time—a place where moments stretched into eternity or vanished in an instant.

For any lesser god, simply existing here would be a death sentence.

But Hades was unmoved.

The swirling vortex of chaotic time parted before him, unable to touch him. His footsteps echoed in defiance, each step dragging reality back into order.

He continued forward until he arrived at a massive hall.

At the far end, seated upon a towering throne carved from the bones of forgotten ages, was Cronus.

The Titan King sat in unmoving silence, his gaze like an abyss. His scythe rested at his side, its blade pulsing with the power to sever existence itself.