Walking through the halls of Tartarus the infernal flame's did not consume the heroess indomitable spirit which bound by an oath that transcended even death pushed her ever onward where others were mere ash blown as dust by time there souls now bound by the flame's for ever, ahead Hades himself began to tremble at the approaching doom for she was his death and ever closer she came to the keeper of the damned and ever weaker grew his grip on there chain's as the restless souls sensed his fear and grew stronger from it, above the foundations of olympus began to crack and the sleeping god's stirred in there endless slumber as one of there own approached his end.
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Great shot.