Lich and Nocteron stared up at the eerie projections floating above their heads, ethereal manifestations of their souls, glowing with an otherworldly aura.
They had never seen anything like it before.
These projections pulsed faintly with their essence, twisted and dark in appearance, yet somehow fragile.
"What the hell are we looking at…?" Nocteron muttered, eyes narrowing.
The two of them had spent lifetimes mastering death, cheating it, commanding it.
Now, in this strange crimson domain, they found themselves in a position that made even gods hesitate, bound by rules that were unfamiliar and absolute.
"So wait…" Nocteron finally spoke again, realization creeping into his voice.
"Are you saying… all our lives, the millions we've stockpiled, they're meaningless here?"
From the side, Hades floated calmly in the air, his spectral body translucent yet immense, a grin crawling across his demonic face.
[Seems so,] he answered with amusement in his deep, resonant voice.
