"Eighty-eight Cloths..."
Russell raised an eyebrow and eyed Hades suspiciously for a long while before speaking. "That's a secret of the Sanctuary. Where did the King of the Underworld get that information?"
"The Sun God was joking. The Pope of the Sanctuary spread the news himself. Even I heard about it in the Underworld, so it hardly counted as a secret."
Hades remained expressionless. Talking to Russell was exhausting, yet he could not treat him like a fool, or he would fall into a pit and never climb back out.
"Hahaha, just kidding. It really isn't a secret."
Russell said, "The King of the Underworld has personally experienced the Zodiac Twelve Absolute Howls, so he should know very well that the power of the Cloths comes from the stars. To put it plainly, they borrow the power of the constellations."
"That's right, but that was only ten... thirteen Golden Cloths. As for the Silver and Bronze ones, I haven't..."
"That isn't important!"
Russell cut off the digression and continued, "Stars, like flowers and grass, possess life. Like the rise and fall of the tides, they are born and perish... Since the beginning of heaven and earth, the constellations have shifted and changed countless times..."
"So, although I planned out eighty-eight constellations based on the classics and my personal preferences, that number is not an eternal law. Whenever one star goes dark or another lights up, the power of the stars changes. Like looking into a mirror, the Cloths change with them."
"The number eighty-eight is merely a way of putting it. It is more symbolic than practical. The King of the Underworld need not concern himself with such trivial matters."
Hades: "..."
He had never cared about such things, nor did he want to listen to Russell's nonsense. He had