683 Hades

The giant white hand caught air, its palm hitting the ground. Rocks jabbed out of the earth irregularly while the ground cracked and split. Its five fingers twitched slightly.

With a splitting noise, a crack appeared on the back of the hand, giving way to a jet-black eyeball. Why is our food gone?

Everyone's expressions changed.

"Where's the sacrifice?"

"This is bad. The sacrifice is gone."

"I beg Your Grace's forgiveness." Everyone prayed for the forgiveness of the one behind the black fog.

The giant white hand wiped itself on the floor carelessly. Dust flew, but the uneven ground was smoothed out with a single brush. Only cracks remained in the now-smooth floor. With two fingers, the hand gestured to the crowd at the side.