Extra's Death: I Am the Son of Hades novel Chapter 722

Chapter 722: Help

He raised a second finger.

"Second, the Deathbounds—the Grim Reapers who have retired—will return to fight if the ancient dragons attack you or the other Grim Reapers. But the dragons know this too. If they move, it will be with a plan to counter the Deathbounds."

Finally, he raised a third finger.

"Third, under no circumstances let anyone know the Monarch is dead. This news cannot spread. If it does... the end will arrive."

Neo nodded slowly.

He had already guessed as much, but hearing it confirmed by Bael carried a different weight.

The death of Hades was the kind of truth that could topple order.

Do the Supremes know he is dead?

The palace was filled with elemental created by Bael.

Ambient elementals couldn’t slip through this fortress, which meant the world at large should still be blind to the truth.

But the Supremes... some of them might already know.

Neo broke the silence. "Do you know a secluded location?"

Bael tilted his head. "Why?"

"I need to create my breakthrough. If I attempt it on Earth, the energy and shockwaves will destroy too much. It might even tear a hole through a portion of the galaxy."

Bael regarded him for a moment, then opened his palm.

A strange vortex swirled into existence above it, small yet radiating impossible depth.

"You can do your breakthrough inside this."

Neo’s eyes narrowed. "What is it?"

"A Pocket Universe," Bael answered casually, as though it were nothing more than a tool.

Neo was genuinely surprised.

As far as he knew, creating a true black hole was an achievement worthy of Stage 6 Gods, and yet Bael created a pocket universe so easily.

He quickly pushed the reaction down, forcing his face to remain calm.

"Alright."

He gave a short nod, then his body blurred into a streak of light.

Without hesitation, he entered the vortex and vanished into the endless depth of the Pocket Universe.

...

Jack POV

Felix and Jack moved quickly through the streets, heading toward the estate where Ilyana was staying.

The city was calm on the surface, but both of them felt the weight of what they were about to discuss.

Jack walked a little slower than usual.

His shoulders were tense, and his gaze stayed fixed on the path ahead.

Felix noticed the hesitation and broke the silence.

"I know you don’t want to ask for help again, Jack," she said softly. "But this time, we don’t have any other choice."

Jack gave a quiet nod.

"I know."

His voice was low, almost flat.

Felix studied his face for a moment.

His expression didn’t look good.

There was no anger in it, but the discomfort was clear.

Jack had always carried things heavily when it came to Ilyana.

She had given Earth everything she could—resources, information, manpower—and she had never once asked for anything in return.

Yet Jack had rejected her personally, time and time again.

The guilt weighed on him now more than ever.

Neither of them spoke again as they reached the estate.

Guards bowed respectfully as they passed through the gates and entered the main building.

Inside, the corridors were wide and decorated with elegance, though neither of them paid much attention to it.

Finally, they arrived at a luxurious room on the second floor.

The familiar space was polished yet comfortable, a blend of authority and warmth.

It was one of the guest chambers in Jack’s family estate, though Ilyana had made it her temporary base.

Ilyana sat near the window when they entered.

A pot of tea was already on the table, steam rising from the cups.

She looked calm, though her eyes flicked toward Jack with a brief flicker of something neither of them could name.

"Felix. Jack." Ilyana gestured for them to sit. "You came sooner than I expected."

Felix smiled politely and moved to the table. "It’s urgent."

Jack sat across from Ilyana, his movements stiff.

He avoided her gaze at first, but when she poured the tea and handed him a cup, he finally met her eyes.

"Thank you," he said quietly.

They all took a moment to drink.

The silence wasn’t uncomfortable exactly, but it wasn’t relaxed either.

Ilyana seemed patient, waiting for them to speak.

Felix set her cup down. "We need to talk about something serious. Ancient dragons. They’re coming."

The words cut through the room like a blade.

Ilyana’s expression shifted immediately.

The eased expression disappeared, replaced by sharp focus. She leaned forward slightly, her eyes narrowing. "You’re certain?"

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