Lightning crackled, sharp gales roared, and darkness roiled in Hades' castle, the vibrations travelling the underworld's every corner.
Adam felt them resonate in his bones even by the Acheron's desolate bank, each strike weighing on his heart like lead. But seconds were luxuries he couldn't afford to squander. No, he could only rush to the tunnel and hope Susanoo-No-Mikoto would escape.
He lowered his cap, biting his twisted lip as the underworld's sky faded into a damp ceiling. His steps echoed at the rhythm of his hammering heart, the scent of mold, the icy mist, and the wraiths' whispers not registering in his conflicted mind.
Instead, Kusanagi's cold metal dug into his clenched fist. A new notification had appeared—not the one he wanted to see. Barely thirty seconds had passed since he had escaped, yet...
A heavy sigh escaped his lips. Trying to veil what he had already expected with hope wouldn't change the truth that hovered in bold letters before his eyes.
