Hades
The air is heavy with the scent of earth and the distant sound of rustling leaves. These woods are perilous, filled with every foul creature known to man. The small clearing we’re walking through is dark and eerie, ringed by towering trees whose branches reach up to touch the clouds, their leaves a vibrant shade of emerald. A small brook babbles nearby, its crystalline waters sparkling in the sunlight.
Isildur should not be here. This is no place for someone like him, a Lycan filled with life. There is much for Isildur to accomplish in life, but this quest could claim his life. Niflheim is no place for the living such as Isildur. Thor and I will be just fine because we’re Gods, but I worry we could lose Isildur along the way.
Beside him, Thor scans our surroundings. His hammer glo
