Hel rose from her throne. The movement alone sent ripples of power through the realm; the mists recoiled, and the souls trembled.
"…Someone has touched the boundary," she said softly. "A being born not of this tree's branches… but from beyond its reach"
Her decayed lips curved into the faintest smile, cold and knowing.
"So, the Shadow Realm moves once more," she murmured, her mismatched eyes glowing faintly in the dark. "And with it… the one who commands true darkness has appeared"
Hel's gaze lifted toward the unseen ceiling of her hall, as if her sight could pierce through the layers of existence, past Niflheim's mist, past Asgard's golden halls, until she found it: a faint pulse resonating through creation itself.
Taufik's presence.
"…Who are you, stranger?" she whispered, voice laced with morbid fascination. "You carry the darkness that even death cannot claim… and yet, within you lies the Presence of True Death itself"
