The Underworld was alive in a way it had never been before.
For the first time since its creation, the realm of the dead—normally quiet, solemn, and shrouded in eternal twilight—was filled with movement, laughter, and the hum of divine excitement.
Every corner of Nox, the grand capital city of the Underworld, was brimming with light.
Rivers of soul fire streamed through the streets like glowing veins, carrying shimmering lanterns made from fragments of purified souls.
The obsidian towers of the city reflected the glow, turning the eternal darkness into a sea of living starlight.
Today was no ordinary day.
Today was the day their King, Hades, the ruler of shadows and the eternal warden of death, was to be wed.
Divine spirits, heroic spirits, and gods of craft and architecture had come together for weeks, working tirelessly to raise a temple worthy of the event.
