And the Underworld is probably the least suitable place for planting vegetation, apart from the Abyss.
"Let's pick that spot, Svartalfheim, the dark nation of the Otherworld. Once these lives are created by you in the future, let them thrive there first. You can also make this vast underground world your territory."
With a casual gesture, a pathway opened. In theory, the Underworld, a realm unto itself, could only be entered and exited through a single portal, where the Styx River flowed, yet this clearly wasn't a limitation for Erebus.
"Especially those wraiths, do not let them occupy the underground for that so-called Hades. It's best to keep this naturally dark place 'ownerless.'"
Listening to the words of the Lord of Darkness, Moanda looked towards the opposite end of the passage. She didn't like the environment over there either, but she had no choice. The earth was Gaia's very body, and no matter what, she couldn't possibly plant the Golden Apple Tree on the surface.
