[ That makes him smile much more genuinely, a brief moment of appreciation before he adds: ]

A Niðavellir. But precisely so. There's more to this world than what you see here, and these mortals were born in that chaos. They are new to this life, but they are no stranger to death. No one in Yggdrasil is.

[ That would include you all; it is, after all, what fuels all of existence. This really isn't all that strange to them. ]

They'll clean it, with pride I assume. Their emotions right now are… bright, I suppose you could say, and laced with intent. They entirely conscious what they're doing.