Hesta was gone just as soon as she came. Once again he was left alone in this old, decrepit, dead throne room. Just ahead of him was the altar, which was somehow empty despite the fact he had killed Yck.
Every part of his being wanted to go back. Some outside force was even egging on that influence, somehow making it so that even if he tried to move forward he would remain in place.
All of that could fuck off. Back in his new world, demons were flying in from an endless abyss and killing everything in sight. If he didn't find a way to the altar right here and now, then all of their deaths would be on his head.
He was the Progenitor of Destruction. If some barrier existed in front of him, he would destroy it. If some doubt lingered in his mind, he would destroy it. If some entity was blocking his path, he would destroy it.