Deep within the dark heart of the Underworld, within the Floating Fortress, Hades sat on his throne, looking calm and collected.
But within his palm, the Breakdown Sphere pulsed.
A small sphere no larger than a mortal's eye, but within it, the very fabric of law and order unraveled and rewrote itself in infinite sequences.
The Breakdown Sphere—his greatest creation, his most forbidden project.
Forged from the crushed essence of forgotten gods, tempered in the screams of entropy, and bound by the seals of non-existence, it was meant for one purpose: Transcendence.
Not just to become more than a god—but to rise beyond all of creation itself.
His obsession for transcendence given form.
He had not completed it. The sphere still flickered, sputtered—unstable. However, if given enough power, Hades can temporarily access some of its power.
He closed his fingers around it.
