He left the Palace, telling Bael that he was busy and would soon return.
Hades wanted to take a breather and calm his mind.
He understood that if he did not recover, he would give up.
'No, if I give up, everyone will become a puppet.'
He had to fight.
He had to destroy the Cosmos.
And yet, Hades's resolve had been weakened considerably.
'Perhaps Ouroboros was right.'
'The new generation…'
'Perhaps, they would find a better way.'
Hades began searching for someone talented, someone who would lead the next generation.
He consoled himself by saying that since the Eon could no longer reset, and since now countless universes were being born, he just had to wait.
As long as he waited, a huge population would be born.
Then he just had to kill them all to gain the [Fate] of Cruelty. Now, he wouldn't need to destroy the Cosmos.
Before, a single Eon wouldn't have enough population to get him the [Fate] of Cruelty.
But now, it was possible.
