"What... what are you doing?" Ken blurted out, his voice cracking as he took a tentative step toward the kneeling god.
The image felt fundamentally wrong. The foundations of the fortress seemed to groan under the sheer theological weight of the display. "You can't be on your knees," Ken whispered frantically, reaching out with trembling hands to pull the deity upward.
But Hades pulled back, refusing the leverage. He remained anchored to the obsidian floor, his towering form hunched in an posture of absolute surrender.
