Wall of Sighs

Unlike the shriveled or rotting image found in myth and legend, the true God of the Underworld, Hades, was immensely tall and powerfully built. He had the typical features of an Atlantean: imposing, muscular, stern-faced, with slightly sunken eyes, high cheekbones, and a prominent nose. His wild black mane cascaded down his back, and his thick beard made this ageless, immortal superhuman look somewhat old. Put together, these traits formed the perfect image of an ancient Greek-style hero. When he swung the scythe-like weapon in his hand, this cloaked giant looked more like a war god stepping out of a religious mural than a schemer lurking in the underworld.

Oh, right, this burly fellow was around twelve meters tall...

"Do you Atlanteans rank seniority by height?!"

Amid Hades's frenzied roars and the ceaseless bombardment of the scorpions, I shouted at Ares beside me, with only one thought in my mind: No wonder that miserable God of the Underworld could never get a girlfriend in mythology and ultimately had to resort to kidnapping a bride. He definitely shared the same height-related troubles as Arkemond, who also couldn't get a girlfriend and eventually could only screw a tree.

Ares answered in an equally booming voice, "No! Our three forefathers underwent more powerful Ascension rituals and gained bodies far beyond those of mortals. They are special. The gods placed eternal energy sources and indestructible inner skeletons inside them. Please be careful of his Death Energy. It is a curse that can corrode even God Metal!"

"Don't worry, his power definitely can't hurt me!" I yelled back while hurriedly moving farther away from Ares. That unlucky guy's voice was way too loud. Whenever he shouted, I couldn't even hear the cannon fire around us.

Sandora cut in through Spiritual Connection. "This was a complete