Not pleasant.
Neither was the storm that overtook us. Purple clouds and strange lighting. Inside the storm we were attacked by strange walking dead. I managed to stick close to Tetsuko and we plunged ahead as we fought them off. Well... she fought them off. I can't swing a sword to save my life.
We heard a voice calling out to us and we stumbled towards it and into Nifilheim. We'd become separated from the Irish girls and were welcomed to the Norse underworld by my nephew. Yeah, I guess I have a nephew. Hjaeld, he called himself. Though I think he caught himself from using his old name. Growing up an orphan and then finding a bunch of lost relatives is a very weird experience. First a father, then a nephew, now a sister.
Hjaeld made a fire for Tetsuko to keep warm and we were taken to Helheim, the abode of Hel, my half-sister (no pun intended and I'm sure she'd probably flay me if she thought I was making a joke at her expenese). I guess this also makes me kin with Fenris and Jormungandr, too. And even Odin for that matter. Once we got shown inside we had to cross a low pool of blood. God that was nasty, we were up to our chests in blood when my sister, sitting on a throne up on a dias started to address us.
I pleaded our case as best I could, with Tetsuko filling in the gaps. We found out that that damned svartalfar (and even Hel knew about my... indiscretion... with him) had perfected his ritual and was targeting New York city. Worse, I found out why we were deposited outside the Titan's prison: because we were inside it. I think the towns that got sent there are lost, and we have to stop the next ritual.
Hel showed us to the roots of Yggdrasil, the World Tree and told us to climb in order to get back to "Midgard" and stop the svartalfar's plans. We should have help from another child of Amaterasu when we get there. I hate to admit it, but I'm going to miss having Alanna and Moira around when the final showdown happens.
