At the throne of the underworld, Hades and Persephone mourned their daughter. "Eventually, Zeus will find her." "We'll have to keep her somewhere safe." Persephone's mind replayed the events at the meeting, clenching her pomegranate shaded dress. On looking at the scroll of Anthony Stark, the king of the Underworld sighed. "We can only hope a mortal is right, and assume it best our daughter be banished."