“I can bring him here with little more than a thought,” Hades said sweetly. “I’m sure I would be interrupting him, but he would get over it.”

Hades trotted out in front of Prometheus, concentrating, hoping, wishing... In this area so lush with rejuvenated aether. Hades expected that his simulacrum would be simply brought to him... instead, his eyes widened as sound, sweet like bells and oscillating like waves came forth. Hythlodaeus, in his own flesh, was summoned from the lifestream. Hades was too stunned to act before the man fell limp into the grass, unconscious yet whole.

The man groaned a bit, indicating life.