Both take a battle stance — one hand forward holding the spear’s shaft, the other gripping its base.
They move in perfect unison, like reflections in a mirror.
Without warning, Hades lunges, spear tip darting forward — and the fake one mirrors the sa motion with the sa speed and force.
CLANK!
The spears collide, the impact ringing in the air. Sparks leap as both twist and slash in the sa rhythm, neither giving nor gaining an inch. Their movents are so identical it’s unnerving, every strike answered in perfect symtry.
‘If this keeps up, I’ll only wear myself out,’ Hades thought, gritting his teeth. ‘And with this nullification field, my divine energy is limited. I need to break this pattern… fast.’
He hurled his spear — the clone hurled his. The weapons t midair and clattered to the ground, both attacks neutralised.
Hades imdiately drew his chain, the dagger-like tip glinting.
The clone… drew an identical chain.
They lashed out at the sa ti.
CLANG! The chains tangled mid-swing, locking together like snakes in a knot.
Both pulled hard — muscles tensing, feet sliding on the stone floor.
Hades narrowed his eyes. This ti, he used his divinity subtly, reinforcing his chain before yanking sharply. The clone stumbled forward.
In that split second, Hades wound the chain around his foe’s torso, dragging him close. With a single brutal punch charged with divine force, he shattered the clone’s head. It dissolved into a puff of pale smoke.
“Killing my own face feels… weird,” he muttered, brushing his hand. “Well, whatever.”Both took a battle stance, one hand forward gripping the spear’s shaft, the other at the base.
They looked completely identical, as if a mirror had co to life.
Suddenly, Hades thrust his spear forward — but the fake did the sa, matching his angle and force perfectly.
Clank!
He moved into the next corridor, but awaiting him is another maze.
“Not again…”
This ti, the walls were made of mirrors.
The walls shimred like liquid glass, forming towering mirrors that stretched endlessly in both directions.
Each mirror didn’t just reflect him they twisted his image, showing him as he was, as he could be, and… as others saw him.
So fras showed him standing over mountains of corpses, crowned and feared.
Others showed him kneeling, chained, his powers stripped.
Occasionally, they reflected people close to him like Hecate smiling softly, Rhea turning away in disappointnt, Hestia fading into shadows.
There were even illusions of lesser beings, writhing in Miramor’s grasp, screaming for help.
One mirror stopped him for half a heartbeat it showed him with Hectate, a crown on her head, both of them at peace.
He almost smirked… almost. But he knew better.
“Hmph. Nice try,” he murmured, stepping forward without a glance back.
The illusions grew bolder, throwing in alluring won draped in barely-there garnts, whispering sweet promises.
The voices echoed, taunting, begging, mocking, blending into a wall of noise.
They reflected warped images of him, people he knew, or creatures being tortured by Miramor.
At tis, the reflections were alluring won in revealing clothes, clearly ant to tempt him.
Illusionary voices echoed. Mocking him, pleading for help, whispering false promises.
And all types of illusion that anyone wishes, either power, wealth, kingdom, authority or beauty, he showed, but no one affected him even a little bit.
Hades didn’t speed up, didn’t slow down. He simply walked on, letting the maze try and fail to stir him.
After experiencing Noctandrath’s nightmare, this all seems like child’s play.
Hades' ntal strength is strengthened to another level, so that this level of things doesn't affect him.
Hades ignored them. He had already survived Noctandrath’s nightmare once. Compared to that, this was nothing. Still, he kept his guard up.
Minutes later, he reached the centre, and there it was. A faceless, shapeless white ghost.
Miramor.
Without a word, the creature conjured thousands of spears and sent them flying.
Hades didn’t hold back. He unleashed all his remaining divine energy, using every divinity he could. He countered the spears with perfect precision and launched his own barrage of dark spears in return.
Miramor dodged them with inhuman swiftness. Then, it created hundreds of clones. Reflections stepped out from the mirrors so looked like Hecate, Rhea, and Hestia, others like twisted strangers.
Hades flew upward to gain the advantage, shielding himself. The clones bombarded him with spells. So were illusions, so real. The mix made it impossible to read them all.
His shield cracked under the constant assault. The nullification field drained him faster.
“I have to do sothing… but what?” He gritted his teeth.
His eyes fell on his chain weapon.
“This might work… maybe.”
Using his mineral divinity, he shattered the chain into countless tiny tallic shards, then reshaped them into razor-sharp blades.
The clones’ attacks faltered for just a mont enough for Hades to burst out of his shield and release the storm of blades.
They tore through the clones, then swirled around the room like a tallic tornado, cutting down anything in their path.
Miramor staggered, injured. Hades wasted no ti he condensed energy into his spear, spread his wings, and dove like an arrow. The spear pierced the ghost clean through.
“Ahhhh!”
The creature scread.
Hades collapsed to the floor, gasping for breath. “Finally… That was annoying.”
Then his expression shifted. “Wait. My divine energy isn’t recovering… and my divinities are still restricted.”
He approached the corpse and yanked his spear free. The body dissolved into a white mist.
“No core? That’s impossible. Miramor’s a mutated ghost, it should leave behind a demonic core.”
An eerie laugh echoed around him. He turned, and his blood ran cold, cold sweat running on his back.
A new door had appeared in the wall where none had been before.
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