The God of Underworld-Chapter 129 - 28

At the very edge of existence, Hades stood with arms crossed and eyes narrowed, gazing out into the infinite black expanse.

The remnants of the old crack in the cosmos still pulsed faintly in his vision—Nyx had sealed it perfectly, but the scar remained like a phantom pain.

A wound from another war from another age.

He could still remember the moment he had struck Uranus with such force that reality itself had split.

That moment... still echoed here.

He had come here, not for nostalgia, but because Nyx had told him something both exhilarating and maddening.

"Other pantheons exist."

Other gods. Other realms. Other rules. Laws beyond Olympus and Gaia and Tartarus.

It made Hades’ fingers twitch with excitement.

The possibility of realms governed by laws and order foreign to them?

It was everything the power hungry god of the dead always dreamed of.

It was freedom. It was curiosity.

He raised the Breakdown Sphere, and it flickered with unstable light.

It still wasn’t complete, still not ready for a true leap across realities.

But... if he poured enough divinity, maybe...

His foot inched toward the invisible edge of the universe, where the fixed scar shimmered faintly like a mirage.

He could try. He could force his way through the boundary.

Maybe he’d discover one of these dimensions.

Or maybe...

He’ll dissolve into non-being before you even see it.

He sighed, stepping back.

Nyx was right. Now isn’t the time.

With a grimace, he muttered, "Later."

Instead, he focused on the present.

The intruder. The entity from Chaos.

Nyx said it was a fragment of an Outer Being. Something that consumed civilizations, manipulated timelines, and existed beyond space or form.

A cosmic predator.

A corruption.

Using the Breakdown Sphere as a locator, he concentrated on the last place that bore its signature, which is the scar in reality.

The crack had been sealed, but the echo lingered. It would serve as a trail that would probably lead him to it.

He poured in his will and extended his consciousness across the weave of fate.

...Nothing.

He gritted his teeth and tried again, pouring every ounce of divinity from the depths of his being.

Still, nothing. It was like trying to find a shadow in a world without light.

"Should I search manually...?" he muttered.

But Nyx had already done that, hadn’t she? She’d been hunting this thing longer than him and had never found it.

If even she had failed, then what can he do?

Just then, a presence materialized behind him with the softness of dusk.

It was Nyx, dressed in layers of dark cosmos, she stared at him and tilted her head and asked, "Found anything?"

Hades didn’t turn. "No. Not even a trace."

Nyx floated beside him, arms folded. "I told you. It’s clever. It hides between folds of reality."

"I could try something else," Hades said, voice thoughtful. "I could ask the Fates. They might be able to help us."

Nyx’s eyes narrowed. "Are you serious?"

He nodded. "The Fates won’t refuse me. They work under me."

Nyx blinked, staring at him in confusion. "How is that possible? Even I can’t command them. They’re my daughters in name only. How can they work for you when they won’t even work for me?"

Hades gave her a half-smile. "Of course. No one can resist my charm."

Nyx stared, before she laughed—a rare, melodic sound. "That’s terrible."

"Say that to yourself." he replied.

Nyx rolled her eyes.

"I’ll return to the Underworld for now," Said Hades, "I’ll go and see the Fates."

"I’ll follow you." Nyx grabbed his hands, "I want to see those shameless daughter of mine."

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Underworld.

The palace of the Fates stood deep in the stillest part of Hades’ realm—built atop a sea of stilled time, where even the dead dared not linger.

A colossal structure of twisting ivory and black crystal, the castle pulsed with unspoken truths.

Threads of fate, billions of them, wove in and out of the air, spiraling like serpents toward an unseen loom.

Hades and Nyx strode through the main corridor, flanked by whispering echoes of futures that never came to pass.

They entered the throne chamber.

There, upon a dais of floating stone, sat the Moirae:

Clotho, the Spinner, youthful and serene.

Lachesis, the Measurer, regal and calm. frёeωebɳovel.com

Atropos, the Cutter, ancient and intense.

All three stood as they entered, bowing their heads—not in submission, but in mutual recognition.

"Mother," they greeted in unison, then turned to Hades. "Lord Hades."

Hades stepped forward, his aura rippling the very concept of time within the chamber.

"You know why I’m here," he said. "There is a sickness beneath our world. Something alien. I want to find it."

The sisters exchanged glances. Lachesis stepped forward. "We felt it, too. A ripple not woven by our hands."

Clotho continued, "We do not like it. It tries to disrupt the order of fates and timelines."

Atropos’s eyes burned like black stars. "But we cannot see it, since it does not originally belong to this world."

"So you can’t help," Hades said with a frown.

"We cannot." They shook their head.

Nyx crossed her arms. Even the Fates cannot find the entity. Well, she already expected this.

Things can never be so easy.

Hades thought for a moment before taking out his Breakdown Sphere, "You know what this is right? What if I temporarily give you access to it?"

"The breakdown spehere." Clotho observed it, "Indeed, we may be able to do it with that help."

"Good, then let’s do it." Hades handed the Breakdown Sphere to the three.

Then, without another word, the three reached for each other’s hands and formed a circle, with the Breakdown Sphere floating on the center.

A brilliant light engulfed them. Their eyes, once singular and mortal-seeming, erupted into swirling kaleidoscopes of color.

Countless stars.

Countless threads.

Countless worlds.

Their voices echoed in eerie harmony, transcending language:

"To find what you seek, you must follow what is unseen. It lurks where divinity ends and man’s wonder begins. Seek the question in the heart of denial. Seek the memory that was never written. The truth rests within the hands of those who forget what truth means."

The light died.

Nyx blinked, visibly disturbed. "That was... more cryptic than usual."

The Fates relaxed their hands. Lachesis spoke, her voice soft now. "We cannot name it. It has no name here. That is all we can tell with all our powers."

Atropos added, "However, we did find out that it can hide from anyone by acting similar to a parasite."

Clotho looked directly at Hades. "It seeks a moment of awakening. When all are blind but one."

Nyx crossed her arms. "What kind of prophecy is that?"

Hades, though, nodded. "It’s enough."

Then, he waved his finger, and the Breakdown Sphere flew back to him. Without another word, he turned around left.

Nyx closely followed along, still wondering about the words said by the fates.

"We hope you can find what your are searching for, Mother, Lord Hades." They said unison, "Before this world disappears."

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As they left the castle and returned to the stygian roads of the Underworld, Nyx looked sideways at him. "What do you think it means?"

Hades was quiet for a time. He had thought of the wordss said by the Fates and came only to one realization.

"The giants...or the mortals."

"Huh?"

"Remember what they said? ’it lurks where divinity ends and man’s wonders begin’. The Giant’s anti-divine properties could mean the end of divinity, and mortals with no divine power are taking the stage, even the Olympians are requesting their aid."

Nyx rubbed her chin and nodded, "That does make sense."

"They also said that it hides by acting as a parasite, so presumably it is hiding within a giant or a mortal. Either way, we must search every single one."

Nyx tilted her head. "That would take a long time."

"Maybe," Hades said. "But you’ve searched for who knows how long and still got no result."

Nyx turned toward the distant gates of the Fate’s castle, "I guess we have to prepare for war then."

"No," Hades whispered, his purple eyes glowed.

"This time... it’s a hunt."

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