Hel was terribly surprised to see the all father appear in front of her and riding atop his famed horse Sleipnir.
Not only did they not have the kind of relationship where he would run to save her, but as of right now he was actually risking his own life to do so.
There is a substance in the miasma of the underworlds that makes them largely uninhabitable by any other than death gods or demonic beings.
Even gods are not immune to the corrosive effects of the underworld's atmosphere, and cannot stay here for long without suffering adverse effects to their health.
The effects were so potent that even a god as powerful as Odin could only stay here for a maximum of ten minutes before he inevitably bit the dust.
"You've actually come here… is it sentimentality or stupidity..?" Hel said with a dry laugh.
