Chapter 270: Festival Day!

- The Greek Underworld, Hades' Palace

The king of the dead was seated behind a large wooden desk, an empty look on his face. 

His mind seemed to be elsewhere, as he had been staring into the empty same space for a while without showing any signs of moving anytime soon. 

'That archangel... how could he just take off after we sent him to do a job?' 

Ever since it was decided that Azrael would travel to Dola to eliminate the coming threat of the great evil beast, the angel had come up missing. 

Hades wasn't sure if he'd completed his mission or even worse, if he'd failed and been punished by the Aeons. 

Suddenly, the god of death sensed a presence that he knew all too well, and his headache only worsened. 

A man appeared silently behind Hades. 

He wore a dark grey robe with a thick hood pulled over his head.