Entering Apocalypse in Easy-Mode
Chapter 370: In Other Distant Realm

Chapter 370: In Other Distant Realm

Hades stood in the heart of his domain, the dim glow of spectral flames casting eerie shadows across the vast, desolate underworld.

The air was thick with the scent of old death and the silence stretched endlessly, broken only by the distant wails of souls lingering at the edge of the River Styx.

He had received the news even thougj they were scattered and incomplete just like whispers carried through the void. The corruption had taken root in Olympus and spreading like a disease, turning followers against their gods and breaking the once-unshakable foundations of divine order.

It was chaos and destruction.

And yet, Hades found himself unmoved.

He had never been part of Olympus in truth. His brothers, Zeus and Poseidon, had always left him to his shadows, their concerns never extending beyond their own realms.

He had learned long ago that the affairs of the so-called mighty gods were of no consequence to him. They had built their world, and now, they were watching it crumble.

Why should he care?

Still, he was no fool. While the downfall of Olympus mattered little to him, the corruption itself was another matter.

Unlike the other gods, he had not gathered legions of devoted followers and warriors. The underworld did not welcome the living and the dead did not pledge loyalty.

There were no armies of worshippers here, no warriors to turn against him.

But that did not mean he was immune.

If this corruption was strong enough to destroy gods, it was a problem. If it could twist even the mighty into mindless husks, then it was a threat.

Hades sighed, rubbing his temple. The underworld was silent now, untouched by the madness sweeping through the other realms. But for how long?

If the corruption could spread through Olympus, it could spread anywhere.

He turned, his gaze sweeping over the vast expanse of his domain. Shadows flickered, shifting like living things, moving in response to his unspoken thoughts.

Somewhere in the darkness, his servants lurked. They were the ancient spirits, spectral guardians, the forgotten and forsaken.

Perhaps it was time to prepare. Not for Olympus or for his brothers. But for himself.

Hades stepped into his castle, the massive structure looming like it was made of shadow.

The walls were neither stone nor metal but something far darker. An ever-shifting substance that swallowed light, absorbing the very essence of the underworld. To most, it would seem cold, eerie, and lifeless. But to Hades, it was home.

Here, no gods came to disturb him. No petty politics or endless power struggles. Just silence, peace, and the weight of eternity pressing against the air.

As he crossed the grand halls, a few of his most loyal servants appeared, bowing their heads in quiet reverence.

They were pale, their skin marked by the stillness of the underworld, yet they remained strong.

Unlike the whispers spread among Olympus, Hades did not mistreat his followers. He cared for them in his own way, ensuring they had purpose, protection, and a place within his domain.

If the other gods looked down upon him for that, so be it.

Zeus and Poseidon, in contrast, reveled in their influence over the living, meddling in mortal affairs, taking what they wanted, shaping kingdoms and destinies as if they were mere playthings.

And yet, they were the ones worshipped and adored.

Hades scoffed at that. Let them have their fleeting praise. None of it mattered in the end.

He made his way deeper into his castle and into the heart of his private chambers. Shadows thickened around him, drawn to his presence.

With a simple motion of his hand dark energy swirled to life, coalescing into a large mirror. Its surface smooth as polished obsidian.

It was a mirror not for reflection, but for sight.

He focused his power, and the dark glass pulsed, revealing glimpses beyond his domain.

It was time to see just how deep this corruption had spread.

Hades watched in silence as the dark mirror revealed the chaos unfolding across the domains of his fellow gods and goddesses.

Through the eyes of his spies—hidden deep within the shadows of each realm—he saw the devastation.

Some domains were barely holding together, their people turning against each other. Others fared a little better but were still plagued by unease, uncertainty and fear.

His frown deepened. This was worse than he had anticipated.

The corruption spread unpredictably. Yet, strangely, his own domain remained mostly intact. He thought that maybe the dead could not be corrupted so easily, and his people had little exposure to whatever madness had emerged.

Still, it was only a matter of time.

If this affliction could seep into the very fabric of divine realms, then nowhere was truly safe.

Hades turned sharply, his voice firm as he addressed the figures already standing behind him.

"Summon my warriors and mages immediately."

The nearest servant, a wraith-like figure cloaked in darkness, bowed. "At once, my lord."

Moments later, his most trusted warriors and sorcerers gathered before him in the great chamber.

Hades surveyed them for a brief moment before speaking.

"I suppose you all already know about the corruption proble. We do not know the full nature of this corruption ane we do not know if it spreads through touch, air, or anything. What we do know is that it is tearing apart the domains of the others."

His gaze darkened. "I will not let that happen here."

A murmur spread through the gathered warriors and mages, a mixture of determination and anxiety.

Hades continued, his voice unwavering.

"From this moment on, we seal the domain. No one enters. No one leaves. Any sign of corruption within our borders must be contained immediately."

One of the mages, an elder with hollowed eyes, stepped forward.

"My lord, if we seal ourselves away, we risk isolating ourselves completely. We may lose access to vital knowledge."

Hades met the mage’s gaze without hesitation. "That is a risk we must take. We are not like Olympus. We do not have the luxury of countless warriors to throw at a problem. Our strength is in our discipline and our control. We can survive if we act before disaster strikes."

The room fell silent. No one questioned his decision further.

Hades turned back to the dark mirror, watching as more domains fell into chaos.

For now, his domain stood untouched and he need to keep it that way.

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Elsewhere, a woman moved swiftly through the battlefield, her steps light and fluid.

She weaved between the chaos with the ease of a seasoned hunter, her speed never faltering as she leaped over debris and dodged the wild, frenzied strikes of the corrupted warriors.

Her hands moved in perfect sync with her body, each motion controlled and efficient.

She moved her hands then glowing chains erupted from the air, coiling around the thrashing figures like living serpents.

The enchanted bindings tightened instantly, locking the corrupted warriors in place before they could lash out again.

One of them, a hulking brute with twisted black veins pulsing beneath his skin, roared and pulled against his restraints.

"GROAAAHHH!!!"

His strength was terrifying even in his maddened state.

But the woman was faster. She pivoted, shifting her weight effortlessly, and with another precise movement, she reinforced the chains and sending another glowing strand wrapping around his legs.

He collapsed onto his knees, the magic forcing him still.

She didn’t stop. There was no time to hesitate even though fatigues start mounting on her.

Another warrior lunged at her from the side, his armor now cracked and warped by the corruption.

She dropped low in a smooth motion, sweeping her leg to the side to avoid his grasp before springing back up with a quick spin.

With a sharp gesture, she extended her palm, and another chain shot forward, wrapping around his torso.

The battlefield was a storm of chaos and shrieks around her, but she remained in control.

After hours of relentless effort, she finally secured the last of the corrupted warriors in her sector.

The battlefield was now lined with glowing chains, their radiance flickering against the darkened sky.

Each restrained figure twitched and writhed, their bodies trembling under the weight of the corruption that had overtaken them.

She exhaled sharply, brushing away the sweat clinging to her brow. Her arms ached and her legs burned from constant movement.but she had no time to dwell on exhaustion.

Her gaze swept over the captured warriors. They had all fallen to corruption so suddenly, without any warning.

No gradual descent, no signs of affliction. One moment they had been normal and the next, they had turned into mindless husks of their former selves.

That was what unsettled her the most.

She had seen many battles but this was something different. Something far worse.

What was happening?

A sharp voice cut through her thoughts.

"Sonya!"

She turned, muscles tensing instinctively.

Above her, Hermes hovered, his winged sandals keeping him aloft with effortless grace.

His expression was grim, far removed from his usual easygoing demeanor.

Whatever news he carried, it wasn’t good.

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