Beside Dalsh Lake in the Raklev Region of the Southern Continent, the three angels preparing to explore the Underworld had finished all their preparations.
Planeswalker Fors took out the Golden Mask again and fitted it over her face. An icy sensation spread from the mask throughout her body, stiffening her once-warm flesh and stopping the blood flowing through her veins.
In an instant, she went from a living person to an undead being with pale skin and no breath. Her eyes, visible through holes rimmed with black-and-white paint, grew hazy. Everything in her vision seemed shrouded in gray gloom. In the distance, Dalsh Lake, which reflected the blue sky, white clouds, and snowcapped mountains, darkened completely, like a black hole devouring everything.
Before her, the Angel of the Holy Spirit, Reinette Tinekerr, had also returned to the size of an ordinary person. Her graceful figure was hidden beneath an elaborate black dress, and her blood-red eyes were exceptionally striking in Fors's gray-tinted undead vision.
A lady who looks like an old-fashioned aristocrat from the North Continent is already a Sequence 1 Abomination... If I remember correctly, she used to be Mr. World's messenger. Back then, there was nothing above her neck, and she carried four identical heads in her hands... Fors dared not dwell on it and turned to look at the Death Consul, Mr. Azik.
Seeing that both women were ready, he walked forward, step by step, toward the shimmering lakeshore.
As Azik approached, a cold, sinister aura swiftly spread, sending the temperature plummeting along the sunlit lakeshore despite the summer season. Frost nearly formed on the grass.
But Fors was wearing the Golden Mask that Death Salinger had made for his descendants, which could temporarily turn its wearer into an undead being. Her body was even colder than