A dark dreary atmosphere hung over the Underworld on the island, home to Hade's reign in the clash of the Olympeans for domination. Rotten trees adorn the withered landscape, filled with the ruins of Greek descent and huge rivers of green, ghastly goo that glowed neon-green.

Out of nowhere, a torrent of fire flew by right your ear, just a hair's length from grazing it as it ignited the tree behind you into flames. Up ahead, in the center of the ruined temple was a wolfman, his mouth brimming with neon-green fire, ready to blast you into ashes as he let out a menacing growl.

"GRRAWRR"

The two smaller wolfheads on his shoulders roared in unison as well as Cerberus stood guard.