The Goddess of Night, Nyx
This place is the training ground of the underworld.
Chiron was staring blankly, unable to take his eyes off a certain spot.
It was the place where Hercules, revived by Hades, was fighting one of the three goddesses of vengeance, Megaira.
On the cliff, the hero and the goddess of vengeance were locked in battle.
Their clash shattered rocks, sending fragments flying everywhere.
Boom—Crash!
"Ugh!"
"Hehe..."
Hercules charged at the goddess, swinging his club as if to kill, while the goddess stood still, deflecting his attacks with a torch.
Chiron knew well that Hercules was stronger than any other hero, but...
"He's not even a low-level deity like the god of strength, yet he can match a goddess of vengeance to this extent..."
Words slipped out of his mouth without him realizing.
Chiron felt a moment of pressure.
A hero who had yet to accomplish any task was facing a god.
Though the goddess of vengeance was merely accepting his attacks and occasionally countering,
where in the world could there be a human who could contend with a god?
Such a monstrous human was his disciple, the hero whom Hades had entrusted with his education.
Today, the centaur sage felt a weight on his shoulders.
Not only Chiron, but other past heroes and aspiring heroes were also watching their fight.