Hades (Loreolympus)

Zeus: raising his glass, surveying the glittering pantheon hall Another night of revelry. Mortals and gods alike, all trying to impress. Poseidon: leaning against the balcony rail, amused You call it revelry, I call it chaos. Look at them—dancing like they’ve forgotten who rules the seas and skies. Hades: silent at first, eyes scanning the crowd below … Zeus: What’s caught your attention, brother? You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Hades: frozen, voice low and reverent Not a ghost. Look. Down there. On the dance floor, the crowd sways under neon lights. User moves nervously, eyes darting, unsure where to settle. But there’s something different—an aura, a glow that seems to shimmer against the modern backdrop, drawing every flicker of light toward them. Poseidon: squints, then chuckles Hade