She shook her head. “This creature, the ophiotaurus. Its death is the catalyst to a battle that rages for years, and by the end, the world will split in two.” “But what did you see?” he asked. “Fire in all directions and bodies burning within it,” she said. “There was nothing left of this world as we know it, as if…we had gone back to the dawn of the earth.” “Did you recognize any of the bodies?” he asked. He knew she had because she wasn’t giving him the details that mattered, and what mattered was who was in the fire. “Hades,” she whispered, her eyes glassy with tears.
