The God of Underworld - Chapter 311

Chapter 311: Chapter 10
The vast, crystalline expanse of the Empyrean Realm held a moment of profound significance.

Hades, radiating the immense, contained power of his newly augmented being, stood before the unified ranks of the Celtic Pantheon.

The Celts were truly a formidable array of different kind of gods; nature gods, fierce warrior gods, and mystical magic gods. Combined, they formed a powerful and versatile military.

But at this moment, the normally solemn Gods have their forms gleaming with anticipation and nervous hope.

Lugh, their King, led the delegation, his usual defiance utterly subsumed by urgent necessity.

He bowed deeply, his eyes fixed on the ground in a posture of utmost respect.

“Supreme Deity,” Lugh spoke, his voice steady despite the momentous occasion. “The Celtic Universe is prepared. Our Heart is ready for the transition. We can depart at any moment you command.”

Hades surveyed the assembly, nodding once in acknowledgment of their discipline. Truly, compared to the Olympians who were all indulging in food, wine, and women, they looked far more majestic.

Of course, Hades don’t really consider himself nor the Underworld Gods as an “Olympian”.

His gaze then shifted to Nyx, who stood nearby, her Transcendent shadow acting as a comforting presence in the brilliant realm.

“Nyx,” Hades said, his voice ringing with absolute trust, “I leave the affairs of the Hyperverse, both mundane and conceptual, in your capable hands. Should the outer ones make their next move, you and the Primordials are the final defense. And you have my permission to release Tartarus.”

Nyx returned his gaze, her expression solemn, her powerful essence focused entirely on her sovereign. “Understood, my Lord. I will make sure to handle everything perfectly and ensure that no problems occur while you are gone. You may leave everything to me.”

“Thank you.” Hades nodded.

Then, with a swift, decisive gesture of his hand, Hades tore open the dimensional fabric of the Empyrean.

The resulting portal was not a chaotic void, but a stable, shimmering archway leading directly toward the Heart of the Celtic cosmos.

“Follow me. This won’t take long.”

Without another word, the Anchor of Reality stepped through, his radiant form vanishing into the light.

The Celtic gods followed their would-be-king, their figures dissolving into the gateway.

Lugh, before his departure, paused, turning back toward Nyx to execute a final, respectful bow, acknowledging her interim authority, and then he too was gone.

The portal sealed instantly, leaving Nyx alone in the echoing expanse of the Empyrean.

She stood beside the massive, empty throne—a colossal construct of obsidian and starlight.

Despite her status as a Primordial and now a Transcendent Sentinel, she did not dare sit upon the seat of the Hyperverse’s Anchor.

That singular throne belonged only to Hades; her authority was temporary, regent, and derived entirely from his trust.

Besides, Nyx loved and respected so much that she won’t even dare think of sitting on his throne of power.

With the silence of the room settled, Nyx moved.

She swept her hand through the air, and instantly, the air before the throne shimmered, transforming into a complex matrix of scrying mirrors and dimensional windows.

Within these materialized portals appeared the leaders of the allied pantheons, those charged with the continuous defense and stabilization of the colossal Hyperverse.

Zeus appeared, flanked by the swift messenger Hermes, in the tactical war room of Olympus. Their faces solemn, something unusual for these two Gods who always think of wine and women.

But thus highlighted the danger that their Hyperverse is currently facing.

On the mirror beside him, Poseidon appeared, his face surrounded by the undulating aquatic light of the deep Hyper-Seas, with his wife Amphitrite at his side.

If one were to look closely, they would notice traces of exhaustion on their faces, a clear sign of their struggles to maintain the calmness of the sea.

Next to Poseidon’s mirror, Odin was visible, standing in Valhalla, accompanied by the tricky, perceptive Loki, who stood with an air of grudging, quiet respect.

Out of everyone here, these two looked look they have aged a hundred years due to exhaustion.

Hera was seen with Aphrodite, overseeing logistics near the Christian frontier, their expressions professional and composed.

In the background, one can see angels moving back and forth, with some whose wings could no longer flap in exhaustion.

Ra appeared next to Hera’s mirror in his recovered solar barge, discussing counter-entropy spells with Thoth on the still-recovering Egyptian border.

Despite having just survived and won, they looked radiant.

But it was normal, after all, after eons, they have finally broken free from their fear of being completely dominated by an outer one.

Nyx greeted them all with measured calm, her voice resonant and clear across the dimensional divide.

“Welcome, leaders of the Hyperverse,” Nyx began, her gaze moving across the faces of the assembled kings and queens. “Hades has departed to personally integrate the Heart of the Celtic Pantheon into his being, ensuring a swift and stable fusion. Until his return, which we anticipate will be instantaneous, I will lead this critical meeting. Speak freely and without reservation. We require a full report on the status of our respective domains, which I will deliver to the Anchor upon his return.”

It was Zeus who spoke first, his face drawn with the effort of constant maintenance. “The Greek realms are stable, Nyx, but the strain on our conceptual integrity is immense. Hephaestus’s Aether-Dampeners are performing flawlessly against the non-Euclidean chaos, neutralizing the dimensional strain, but they are overheating.”

Saying that, Zeus rubbed his forehead in frustration. They were simply way too understaffed to handle everything.

Not to mention the years of not focusing on internal affairs and instead indulging on wines had finally showed its effects.

They have little to no knowledge in how to properly and efficiently handle the logistics and emergency situations.

“We are diverting all available energy from the mortal world just to keep the pylons running. Unfortunately, the threat we are facing isn’t invasion, but exhaustion. The Olympians are simply running out of stamina to sustain the defensive systems.”

Poseidon followed, his aquatic realm presenting a different set of challenges. “My domains are facing chronological displacement. The temporal anomalies that leaked through the Egyptian border have saturated the deeper waters. The currents are behaving nonsensically, folding in on themselves. We are finding pockets where the seas have aged backward by centuries, and others where life has mutated into impossible, premature forms.”

One of his daughters even turned back into an infant! Even Poseidon himself once felt his power turned back to a hundred years ago, scaring him to the point he almost passed out.

Thankfully, it was only temporary.

“Amphitrite and I are constantly battling the creation of localized temporal eddies. Unfortunately, we are not enough. We might need Lord Khronos’ help, as he’s the only one who can probably cause a chronological stability.”

Hera spoke next, her concern focused on the morale and logistics of the Christian front. “The psychical and spiritual corrosion is the primary issue here. Michael’s shields are robust, and the Dominions are holding the line against the dimensional shrapnel. However, the angelic choirs are suffering intense psychic fatigue from the constant assault of light and residual conceptual despair, slowly making them go insane.”

Aphrodite then took a step forward, her usually bubbly face gone, replaced by a cold, efficient look, “Hera and I are working to stabilize their emotional core, using our powers to counter the pervasive nihilism, but the loyalist angels are showing signs of burnout. They require a rotation, but we have nowhere safe to rotate them to without risking contamination of the inner realms.”

Ra addressed the Egyptian situation, his gaze weary. “The infusion of Celtic power was timely, Nyx. Lugh’s forces, combined with the successful dampening provided by Thoth and the Goddesses of Wisdom, have brought the border chaos down to a manageable simmer.”

And also because they have just defeated an outer one, so that might also be the reason why the chaos went down.

“But my origin is still requiring massive energy expenditure for recovery. We are prioritizing the rebuild of our conceptual structure over any offensive capability. The moment the Outer One was banished, we found localized areas where existence itself was struggling to define itself—a symptom of the deepest conceptual seepage. We are constantly fighting to remind reality who we are and what our universe’s rules are.”

Finally, Odin provided his measured report from the Norse realms. “The ancient defensive runes have created a stable firewall around Yggdrasil. Our Nine Realms is at least secured for a moment.”

Loki furrowed his brows as he added, “Lord Odin and I are observing a concerning trend: the chaos, unable to penetrate the outer defenses, is attempting to mimic our foundational myths.”

Nyx blinked, even the others looked startled at his words.

“Mimic?” Nyx frowned.

Loki nodded, “We are seeing shadowy, distorted reflections of the Norse legends appearing in the Void, attempting to use our own myths as Trojan horses for psychic infiltration. If these corrupted narratives breach the defenses, the spiritual and mental collapse of the Norse pantheon will be absolute. We require Hecate’s immediate consultation on counter-mythology and narrative defense.”

Nyx absorbed every detail, her face impassive but her mind weaving the complex web of challenges.

The Hyperverse was surviving, but only through relentless, draining effort. The enemy’s strategy of attrition was working perfectly.

“Your reports are clear and disturbing,” Nyx concluded, her gaze sweeping across the faces of the pantheon leaders. “The Outer Ones are not seeking rapid conquest; they seek total exhaustion. We must adjust our strategy from merely defending to sustainable resistance. I will convene with Hecate and the Primordials immediately to address the chronological crises and the conceptual fatigue. Until then, maintain the line. Do not falter. Hades will soon return, and he will bring new strength.”

A fifth universe added to their Hyperverse would bring about qualitative and quantitative changes.