"Anyway, that was the general story. I can't guarantee I got every detail right." After finishing the tale, Deathstroke shrugged. As he continued flying through the underground tunnels, he said to Carol, who had been listening, "Why not ask Hela? She was involved, after all."
Hela sneered. Her skirts fluttered as she flew beside Deathstroke. "I was no participant. Odin had already banished me to the Underworld before Baldr was even born. He certainly wouldn't invite me to his precious son's birthday."
The cavern was extremely dry, and the murky air carried a strange, faint stench that made one want to vomit.
Fortunately, no one in the group was ordinary. Such environmental factors were not enough to affect them.
"That's not what I meant. I heard Baldr was given a grand funeral afterward, but Frigga couldn't accept it. She secretly entered the Underworld and begged you to return Baldr's soul." The darkness ahead looked strange, like ink-stained clouds, so Su Ming drew Godslayer. Golden lightning immediately illuminated the smooth walls of the passage.
The darkness had been caused by several tentacled creatures. They looked like a cross between land sea cucumbers and sea anemones. Upon seeing Magik, they quickly rolled away and fled.
"That did happen." Hela had originally intended to strangle those soft-bodied creatures to satisfy an itch, but Deathstroke's light had scared them off, leaving her disappointed. "I agreed to it too. I made a wager with her: if every living being in the Nine Realms shed tears for Baldr's death, I would return her son's soul."
Magik, leading the way, flexed her wrists. The red scales made her feel a little itchy.
"Does your authority over souls exceed that of the Hell Lords?"
"Yes. Odin once made terms with Death. Otherwise, how do you think the Hall