Pov Hades:
I was sitting on a throne made of bones. Starlight spread like threads around me, penetrating the bones and retracing the Runic lines engraved on them.
Surrounding me was a ritual made of blood where thin faces and arms tried to rise. This ritual was kilometers in total size, releasing a large amount of miasma while inside it lay this throne where once there had been one of those figures in black armor, small in size than a normal person, making it smaller than all its peers.
"What did Hinata do with that thing?" (me)
"Believe me, you don't want to know." (Ragnar)
"Can you talk less and hurry up!?" (Érica)
"I want to finish restructuring this Ritual today, we need to go back!" (Érica)
"I'm going as fast as I can, but the Runes on these bones are complex and also don't belong to mortals; they are difficult to reshape following their alterations." (Me)
"Are we almost done?" (Ragnar)
"I thought there were still over 1000 planets left." (Ragnar)
