The silence that followed was deafening. The gravity of Hades' words hung heavily in the air, casting a dark shadow over the battlefield.
The threat of annihilation loomed over them, adding a new level of urgency to their mission.
Suddenly, Hades' body began to exude an immense power. It was like a dam had been broken, releasing a flood of energy that filled the air around him. The pressure was palpable, pressing down on them like a massive item dropped above them.
Zaine held his staff, his knuckles turning white from the force of his grip. He channeled his energy into a barrier around him, but the sheer power emanating from Hades was overwhelming. Despite his efforts, he fell to one knee, the ground beneath him shaking from the force of Hades' power.
"This is the power of the god of death," one of the fairies murmured, her voice barely audible over the oppressive pressure. Her wings fluttered anxiously, her usually bright eyes filled with fear.