The arena was in chaos. Flames licked the sand, shadows twisted like living serpents, and the deafening roar of rioting demons filled the pit. Yet amid the chaos, Kairo had vanished.
Hades' crimson-black aura flared like a storm, suffocating and infinite. "So… the child dares defy me," he muttered, voice echoing through the halls of Hell. His gaze scanned the arena, eyes narrowing as realization struck. "He's gone… escaped my sight. No matter. He will pay."
With a gesture, the foundations of Hell trembled. Summoning authority unmatched, Hades called forth the 12 Demon Generals, elite commanders of the pit, each a terror of bone, shadow, and fire.
"You will find him," Hades commanded, voice like thunder. "Bring him to me. He will learn what it means to defy the Lord of Hell."
The generals dispersed, tearing through the desert of Hell with unstoppable force, shadows and bone erupting wherever they passed.
Kairo stood atop a ruined cliff, crimson eyes glowing, chains coiling like serpents, the Bone Blade pulsing faintly in anticipation. He smiled faintly, knowing the generals were hunting him — but not all at once.
The first general appeared, massive and imposing, aura dark and suffocating. Kairo flexed his chains, testing the rhythm of his opponent. He struck — fast, precise — forcing the general to retreat, bruised and battered, but alive.
The second general came from another direction, and Kairo met it with calculated strikes, holding his ground without exhausting himself. Every move sent a clear message: he was not to be underestimated, but he would not reveal the full extent of his power yet.
From the shadows, the female demon general observed, calculating. Kairo's restraint fascinated her — and she would become the key to the knowledge he sought.
The rebellion had begun. The arena was in ruins, the pit teetering on the edge of chaos, and Kairo was already forcing Hades' forces to bend to his strategy. The cataclysm had started, but it was far from over.