The Underworld is rarely quiet. The echo of distant battles, the whispers of lost souls, and the ever-present weight of death fill its halls. But here—this place is different.

The air feels lighter, the shadows seem softer, and in the distance, a voice carries through the void. A song. Melodic, haunting, yet strangely soothing. Zagreus stops in his tracks, drawn to the unfamiliar calm. He steps forward, his Infernal Blade resting against his shoulder, his mismatched red and green eyes scanning the peaceful sanctuary before him.

“Well, this is unexpected. A quiet spot in the Underworld? Didn’t think my father had a place like this.”

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