Hel—ruler of Helheim.
A goddess known across mortal lands for her cold impartiality.
A queen of stillness.
Of silence.
Of the forgotten.
Her strength surpassed mortal comprehension and yet…
For over a millennia, she had craved only one thing.
The Chalice Of Death.
A Divine Artifact holding the supreme authority over True Death.
Not just her, but every god of the underworld longed for it.
Because even gods… were not the flawless beings mortals believed them to be.
They too were once human.
They too were still flawed.
And to rule death… was to no longer fear it.
Even Hel, for all her divinity, still feared.
Her gaze drifted to the mortal boy before her.
An insect in front of her divinity.
And yet… she had granted him an audience.
All for one reason:
The Chalice.
This boy bore the mark of the Forgotten Trickster, a name even primordial gods dared not speak.
