Whispers Of The Underworld

💀🌹Chapter 18🌹💀

The battle between Zeus and Hades raged on with a ferocity that shook the very foundations of the Underworld. The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood and the acrid tang of ozone, a testament to the devastating power unleashed by both gods.

Hades's scythe moved with deadly precision, its obsidian blade gleaming darkly as it arced through the air. Each swing left a trail of shimmering energy in its wake, the runes along the handle glowing with an unholy light. The force of his strikes sent shockwaves through the ground, creating deep fissures that radiated outward.

Zeus countered with the brutal power of his thunderbolt, each strike crackling with raw energy. The thunderbolt's jagged edges seemed to pulse with life, sending bolts of lightning skittering across the battlefield. The sheer intensity of his attacks caused the air to hum with electricity, the thunderous booms reverberating through the Underworld.

Sweat poured down Hades's face, mingling with the blood that dripped from a gash on his forehead. The wound throbbed painfully, a stark reminder of the stakes of this battle. His muscles burned with exertion, but he pushed through the pain, his focus unwavering.

Zeus's face was a mask of fury, his eyes blazing with an unholy light. Blood trickled from a deep cut on his cheek, the crimson trail a stark contrast against his pale skin. His chest heaved with exertion, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Yet his strikes remained powerful and relentless, each one a testament to his unyielding determination.

The ground beneath them was littered with debris, the remnants of their previous clashes. Chunks of rock and shattered stone lay scattered, a testament to the destructive force of their blows. The earth itself seemed to tremble under the weight of their battle, the very air vibrating with the intensity of their struggle.

Hades swung his scythe with a savage grace, the blade slicing through the air with a deadly hiss. Each strike aimed to cripple, to wound, to end this battle once and for all. His movements were a blur of speed and precision, his every action driven by the burning need to protect Andre.

Zeus retaliated with a vicious swipe of his thunderbolt, the weapon crackling with unleashed energy. The force of the blow sent Hades staggering backward, his chest heaving with the effort of keeping up with Zeus's relentless onslaught. A sharp pain lanced through his side as the jagged edge of the thunderbolt grazed his ribs, leaving a searing wound in its wake.

Blood flowed freely from their wounds, staining the ground beneath them. Each drop was a testament to the sheer brutality of their battle, the stakes higher than they had ever been. The scent of iron filled the air, mingling with the acrid stench of burnt ozone and the earthy aroma of the Underworld.

Sweat dripped from their brows, their bodies slick with exertion. The heat of their battle radiated outward, causing the air around them to shimmer with an almost tangible intensity. Every muscle in their bodies screamed with effort, their breath coming in harsh, ragged gasps.

Hades's eyes burned with determination, his grip on the scythe unwavering. The weapon felt like an extension of his own body, moving with a lethal grace that belied the exhaustion gnawing at his limbs. Each strike was fueled by his unyielding resolve, his every action driven by the need to protect Andre at all costs.

Zeus's face twisted with rage, his eyes blazing with an unholy light. The thunderbolt in his hand crackled with energy, each strike carrying the force of a lightning storm. His breath came in harsh gasps, his chest heaving with exertion. Blood oozed from a deep wound on his thigh, staining the ground beneath him.

The battle raged on, the gods locked in a deadly dance of power and fury. Their weapons clashed with a deafening roar, each strike sending shockwaves through the ground. Sweat and blood mingled on their skin, their bodies pushed to the brink of exhaustion.