Two have entered Eljudnir.
War god and wraith caught her attention, living beings, at least by technicality for the latter, daring to set foot within her domain. Arms resting upon the sides of her carved throne, Hela nodded graciously, beckoning both forward once her day's judging was finished. The dead moved aside to allow their passage, creating trails of mist where their bodiless forms drifted like fog.
"Lord of Justice and lord of Light, what seek you here? Whatever I may offer, so long as it harm none of my charges, shall be granted."






