The God of Underworld - Chapter 98 - 52:

... , had calmed into a gray stillness, as if the heavens themselves mourned.

Amid the shattered earth, fallen weapons, and broken banners, there stood a single figure—unmoving, resolute.

Herios. Or what remained of him.

His corpse stood upright, planted like a monument to defiance.

His eyes, once fierce and commanding, were closed gently now, like a warrior at rest.

No wind stirred his cloak, no birds circled above.

The world, it seemed, had paused to ...