The God of Underworld - Chapter 133 - 32

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The air in the throne room of Hades’ floating fortress was quiet, yet warm — the hearth fire crackled gently in its bronze brazier.

Across from the obsidian throne, couches crafted from shadow and velvet gave comfort to two goddesses at rest.

Hera, regal and composed, sat with her legs crossed, holding a porcelain teacup with both hands, sipping slowly.

She said nothing, but her gaze occasionally flicked toward Hades and the small girl on his lap with a subtle fon ...