Chapter 44 : Helheim

Erik’s POV

I was fucked.

Air whooshed around me, throwing me into the mist.

I crashed onto the hard roots of the world tree, the mists lapping around my ankles, rising around my body in an unsettling embrace.

I could feel death everywhere.

Beside me, Percy landed shortly after. He grunted, veering back to look at his surroundings.

This realm was nearly devoid of light, aside from glowing mist. It felt disorienting, but I knew it was Helheim. The Mist of Souls. The bottom of the world tree.

The final resting place of those who die from old age and sickness.

However, I seemed to forget that Helheim was surrounded by an impassable river and guarded by a massive canine and a bird that liked to eat corpses. So, yeah.

I was fucked.

“Motherfucker,” I growled, reaching back to unsheath my sword. My ribs ached from falling Gods know how far down to the bottom.

Percy groaned, rising to his feet, holding a hand out to me to pull me to my feet.