Nico shrugs. "I don't know how he did it. He's a son of Hephaestus, so ... I really don't know. I wasn't there." He might have been lost in Tartarus by then. He takes a deep breath, pushing that thought away.
"You might be lucky, then." Or not. He has hard time imagining a time and place with no gods. Even gods who just sit back and don't directly interfere still make themselves known somehow.