CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT: ••• ••• ON THE OTHER SIDE... Si Hades ay naka-upo sa upuan, sa madilim na lugar, the glow from his multiple screens casting flickering shadows across his face. His eyes, cold and calculating, remained fixed on the conversation unfolding before him—Alastor’s voice, commanding and sharp, Thirdy’s more subdued but questioning. A game of strategy, of power, and of control. But Hades had always been on the outside. The world believed him dead, and that suited him just fine. He preferred the shadows, where he could observe, calculate, and manipulate without being seen. Even now, as he listened to his uncle's, discussing their plans, he felt the familiar mix of detachment and quiet fury. "They still don’t get it," he muttered to himself, barely audible over the s
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