In a matter of minutes, the skull masked man was pushed back to the point that he found himself pressed between two walls, unable to get out or even squirm. One of the walls he was pressed with, however, wasn't a real wall. It was Hades's foot stomping on his chest, the weight heavier than a wall could ever be. The ground beneath him had already cracked into a spiderweb of fractures while blood slowly pooled around his body.
"Ah that's right," Hades hummed as if he had suddenly remembered something important. "Before I forget and kill you, I would need to see whose face it is under that mask. It would be a shame if I sent you to the afterlife without knowing who exactly thought it was a good idea to challenge me."
