"So the poor trees suffer from flammable wood and leaves?" Zagreus says, tilting his head to one side. "Well that's...rather unfortunate. I wonder why they were designed that way..."

Something to ask his mother, perhaps. She'd know much better than him just why trees had been made so inexplicably flammable.

"I know very well who rules the Underworld," Zagreus says. "Lord Hades does. My father." Who also happens to be who Zagreus inherited his red-hot feet from. So in a roundabout way, if Zagreus accidentally starts an entire forest fire, you could technically blame Hades. If you dared to, at least.