Thalnor's Plan (2)
Thalnor welcomed Hades into his dimly lit residence, the oppressive atmosphere thick with a foreboding tension. Without hesitation, he guided Hades through a narrow, shadowy corridor that led to a concealed chamber. As the heavy door creaked open, the stench of decay hit Hades like a wave, thick and nauseating.
Hades' sharp gaze swept over the room, taking in every grim detail—the dark stains of blood smeared across the walls, the faint but unmistakable residue of death mana clinging to the air like a lingering curse.
The space was cluttered with grotesque instruments, tools designed for dark and twisted purposes. Hades felt a smirk tug at the corner of his mouth, though he kept it hidden. "So, this is where he conducts his vile rituals," he thought, amused.