"I told you," Kurai murmured. "Your reign ended the moment I stepped foot here. I will show you how small you really are."

With a swipe of her hand, the air shimmered—dozens of her war fan's shadow blades reformed midair and launched forward like a living swarm. They didn't just aim to pierce—they danced in a spiral, boxing Hades in, reacting to his movement.

He batted them away with wild flame and fury, but they circled back, homing in like revenants drawn to him. Hades generated a burning fireball that drew the blades in like a sun pulling anything that got near.

Kurai landed behind him with a whisper of wind and drove her foot into his spine, sending him stumbling forward into his own magic, where the shadow blades exploded on contact.

He screamed, body flaring with raw power. A burst of blue fire knocked her back, but she twisted, bounced off a shattered column, and landed without missing a step.

"Enough!" Hades bellowed.

The entire throne room inverted.

Kurai felt gravity shift—up became down, walls became floors. Spectral chains erupted from the ceiling-now-floor, each one crackling with energy, trying to bind her.

But she smiled.

Her fan pulsed, and with a spin, she became a vortex—black gales cutting the chains before they could find her flesh. Then, like a storm's eye forming within her, Kurai unleashed a technique.

"Midnight Bloom."

The petals were not beautiful—they were deadly. They scattered in a spiral of darkness, and each petal consumed light and matter. Wherever they fell, silence reigned. Hades struck them with fire—and the fire died. He tried to counter with chains—and they withered.

One petal sliced across his arm. His bellow echoed through the caverns like a collapsing empire as countless petals fell upon him.

She walked forward.

Hades, now breathing heavily, tried to speak—but a single gesture from her fan bent the shadows around his mouth, muffling his words. She didn't care for speeches.

He finally forced the spell apart with a surge of will, gasping.

"You may be more powerful now, but…" he growled, "I will outlast you. Soon, the curse will eat through Hecate's protection."

Kurai stared him down, quiet and calm as if looking at an insect.

"Is that so," she said. "Then I'll just finish you off quickly."

And she moved again.

She ducked under his desperate strike, gliding across the shadow-soaked floor, and leapt, slashing upward with a rising arc of her fan—cutting through flame, through smoke, through resistance.

The blade edge caught his ribs.

Blood—molten and glowing—splashed across the obsidian.

He caught her wrist with burning fingers, tried to crush it, but she snapped her head forward into his jaw and broke his focus. Her free hand had been covered in shadow, avoiding burning, she gathered all that darkness, and pressed it to his chest.

The massive dark firaga detonated point-blank.

Hades flew backward, crashing through his own throne, smashing it to ruins.

Hades rose, cloaked in black fire, his form wreathed in molten fury. But his breath was ragged. Black bruises shimmered across his skin, and scorch marks now mingled with deep slashes of shadow. His glowing eyes locked onto Kurai.

"You little rat... you think you can burn me in my own house?"

Kurai stood a few paces away, her war fan unfolding with a hiss of shadow, darkness coiling around her like a living shroud. Her cloak fluttered in the heat, scorched but intact. Her violet eyes narrowed.

"Why can't I? My debt to you included 10 times what you did to Helios. Remember what I warned you?"

He roared and lunged.

Flames exploded from his body as he charged, fists engulfed in searing infernos. The ground cracked beneath his every step, obsidian stone blistering underfoot. He swung with the fury of a dying god, firestorms flaring with each blow.

But Kurai ducked beneath one punch, twisted around another, and met his next strike with the flat edge of her fan, absorbing the force and redirecting it behind her. With a flick of her wrist, she snapped the fan blades outward—the air shimmering as they cut reality itself.

She spun low, sweeping Hades' legs from beneath him with a burst of shadow wind. He crashed down with a ground-shaking impact, but rolled to his feet in one smooth, rage-fueled motion.

"You won't defeat me!" he howled. His body erupted into a geyser of flame, and for a moment, he became untouchable—a burning avatar of divine wrath.

Kurai leapt back, narrowing her stance. She waited, watching.

Invulnerability. Temporary.

Hades charged again, fists blazing. Kurai danced just beyond reach, war fan swirling, dark gales shielding her. The heat was suffocating, but she stayed focused. Then—his flames began to falter.

She moved.

In a flash, she was behind him. Her fan crackled with compressed darkness. She struck once, twice, then a third time, each blow echoing with rupturing force.

Hades staggered.

Kurai jumped and spun midair, flipping over his shoulder. Her heel slammed down on the back of his neck with brutal precision.

Hades collapsed.

He groaned, limbs twitching, embers leaking from his mouth. Kurai landed silently, her eyes calm and cold.

"You're finished."

Darkness rippled outward from her feet, swirling around Hades' body. A dark binding formed beneath him, locking him in place. He growled, tried to move, but the shadows clung tight.

Kurai raised her hand.

A portal of darkness split the space beside her.

"Time to settle debts."

The Underworld shifted. Veins of shadow parted as Kurai stepped through, dragging Hades' limp form by a trail of shadow thread. The landscape around her changed, colder now, darker still. The air felt denser, the scent of old magic stinging the senses.

They arrived in a cavern carved from obsidian and bone. At its heart, a throne of midnight blue crystal rose from the ground, surrounded by luminous blue torches.

Upon it sat Hecate.

She was regal and sharp. Dark indigo hair spilled over her blue-cloaked shoulders, a single lighter streak catching the firelight. Her pink skin glowed faintly in the torchlight, and her eyes narrowed in interest as Kurai approached.

Hecate stood, lifting her headdress with dignity as she stepped down the stairs of her throne.

"Well, well," she mused, voice smooth as oil. "You actually brought him to me."

Kurai gave the shadow leash a tug, slamming Hades down in a kneel before the demigoddess. His head lolled slightly, but his eyes burned hatred.

"Keep your word, Hecate," Kurai said flatly. "The Underworld belongs to you now."

Hecate circled him slowly, arms behind her back, chin lifted.

"It took centuries," she whispered, voice trembling with cruel glee. "Do you have any idea how many years I watched this buffoon squander my potential? My designs?"

Hades spat a glob of molten blood at her feet. "You always were a second-rate goddess with a first-class ego."

Hecate didn't flinch. She simply leaned closer.

"And now," she said with a grin, "I'm going to take what should have always been mine."

She turned to Kurai, eyes sharp. "You have my gratitude, shadow. I could never beat him while he reigned."

Kurai crossed her arms. "I'm not here for your thanks. Just make sure to keep him chained and keep your word to Helios. If not, I will return for you."

"And what word was that again?"

"I suggest you start remembering soon."

Hecate waved her hand dismissively. "Whatever, I'm just joking, the Underworld is mine now. And unlike him, I intend to improve it. Don't worry, you'll soon have your meeting with Hephaestus. Now I will deal with this buffon."

She walked back to her throne, waving her hand. Magic flared from her fingertips, wrapping around Hades like spectral chains.

"You always thought fire alone could rule," Hecate hissed. "But I've mastered the long game."

The blue flames grew brighter. Hades roared as the chains dragged him upward into the air.

"You think this changes anything?! Olympus will never recognize you!"

"Olympus already ignores me," she snapped. "Now they'll learn to fear me."

Kurai watched in silence as Hades was suspended above the throne like a chained monument of defeat. Hecate returned to her seat, adjusting her cape, regal and terrifying.

"You may leave. I will contact you soon," she told Kurai. "Unless you wish to serve under a new regime."

Kurai turned without a word.

"Just remember," Hecate called after her. "It's my realm is always open to you."

Kurai paused in the archway, casting a glance back.

"Enjoy it while you can. Thrones in the Underworld never seem to last."

She vanished into darkness.

Outside, Kurai emerged into the obsidian plain. Skuld stood in the distance, supporting a limping but conscious Helios. The boy's eyes met hers, dull but burning with recognition.

"You came back," he rasped.

Kurai gave a ghost of a nod. "Of course I did."

Behind them, the Underworld shifted again—silent, brooding, crowned in blue fire. The age of Hades had ended.