The dream-world burns. The mortal realm rebels. And deep beneath the ashes of Olympus, something ancient begins to stir:Helios, god of the sun, was the first to fall - shattered by betrayal, condemned to eternal eclipse. Now, buried beneath a thousand years of silence, his fire flickers once more.But it is no longer the golden blaze of dawn. It is dark, starless, and vengeful.Hades, lord of the dead, has long watched from the shadows. Forgotten, underestimated, untouched by the wars above - until now. The balance between realms is collapsing, and from the cracks spills a power not even death can hold back.When Helios escapes his prison, half-mad with rage and brilliance, it is Hades who finds him. But the sun cannot rise without burning, and the underworld cannot hold light without changing. What begins as a reckoning becomes something far more dangerous: a collision of opposites, of heat and stillness, of destruction and control.As Olympus fractures, and the forged god's grip slips, Helios and Hades find themselves drawn together - not by fate, but by fury.And maybe, by something that has no name yet.To remake the heavens, they must descend into the deepest pit.To bring back the sun, they must walk through death itself.Light is not always good.Darkness is not always evil.And the most powerful flame is the one that refuses to die.

The dream-world burns. The mortal realm rebels. And deep beneath the ashes of Olympus, something ancient begins to stir:Helios, god of the sun, was the first to fall - shattered by betrayal, condemned to eternal eclipse. Now, buried beneath a thousand years of silence, his fire flickers once more.But it is no longer the golden blaze of dawn. It is dark, starless, and vengeful.Hades, lord of the dead, has long watched from the shadows. Forgotten, underestimated, untouched by the wars above - until now. The balance between realms is collapsing, and from the cracks spills a power not even death can hold back.When Helios escapes his prison, half-mad with rage and brilliance, it is Hades who finds him. But the sun cannot rise without burning, and the underworld cannot hold light without changing. What begins as a reckoning becomes something far more dangerous: a collision of opposites, of heat and stillness, of destruction and control.As Olympus fractures, and the forged god's grip slips, Helios and Hades find themselves drawn together - not by fate, but by fury.And maybe, by something that has no name yet.To remake the heavens, they must descend into the deepest pit.To bring back the sun, they must walk through death itself.Light is not always good.Darkness is not always evil.And the most powerful flame is the one that refuses to die.

The dream-world burns. The mortal realm rebels. And deep beneath the ashes of Olympus, something ancient begins to stir:Helios, god of the sun, was the first to fall - shattered by betrayal, condemned to eternal eclipse. Now, buried beneath a thousand years of silence, his fire flickers once more.But it is no longer the golden blaze of dawn. It is dark, starless, and vengeful.Hades, lord of the dead, has long watched from the shadows. Forgotten, underestimated, untouched by the wars above - until now. The balance between realms is collapsing, and from the cracks spills a power not even death can hold back.When Helios escapes his prison, half-mad with rage and brilliance, it is Hades who finds him. But the sun cannot rise without burning, and the underworld cannot hold light without changing. What begins as a reckoning becomes something far more dangerous: a collision of opposites, of heat and stillness, of destruction and control.As Olympus fractures, and the forged god's grip slips, Helios and Hades find themselves drawn together - not by fate, but by fury.And maybe, by something that has no name yet.To remake the heavens, they must descend into the deepest pit.To bring back the sun, they must walk through death itself.Light is not always good.Darkness is not always evil.And the most powerful flame is the one that refuses to die.