Pitchfork

“The first have come, and they seek the last.” The Oracle Of Delphi prophesied those words in the dead of night, carving ancient runes into the temple’s stone with her own blood, but she has no memory of her midnight trance. She knows not who spoke through her, yet one thing is certain: It was not an Olympian. Alkaios and the Olympians are at a loss, the Oracle’s foretelling igniting unease in their holy ranks, but Hades finds herself drawn to those words, haunted by those words. This prophecy plagues her nightmares and consumes her mind, yet they just might hold the key to who Hades truly is... or herald an ancient terror that could destroy the earth and end the reign of the Olympians. The Evils of the Underworld are no match for what is coming.

“The first have come, and they seek the last.” The Oracle Of Delphi prophesied those words in the dead of night, carving ancient runes into the temple’s stone with her own blood, but she has no memory of her midnight trance. She knows not who spoke through her, yet one thing is certain: It was not an Olympian. Alkaios and the Olympians are at a loss, the Oracle’s foretelling igniting unease in their holy ranks, but Hades finds herself drawn to those words, haunted by those words. This prophecy plagues her nightmares and consumes her mind, yet they just might hold the key to who Hades truly is... or herald an ancient terror that could destroy the earth and end the reign of the Olympians. The Evils of the Underworld are no match for what is coming.