As he continued to grapple with the situation, the God of Sky appeared before him.
Axel expelled a breath of relief, before he griped to his brother, "Oh thank the celestial fucks. I was getting worried for a second there. What took you so long?"
Sky was perhaps more than a bit irritated, but he had to remain calm. Too much had already been thrown into chaos. "I had a run-in with Hel."
The War God was immediately alerted. "He didn't, did he…?!"
"No he didn't," the Sky God responded gently, noting the panic in Axel's voice. "I was there before he could. Atlas safely made his way back into the stream."
"Oh, fuck yes!" Axel hollered, his deposition vastly improving from the morose mood he was marinated in a second before. Relief was coursing through the frame of his body. "Thank the holy stars! If Hel lays a finger on Atlas's orb, I would've torn that shit-hole from– Well, you get the point."
