Countless undead wandered across the plain.
Fragile, swaying skeletons; rotting, stinking zombies; bloated, haphazardly assembled masses of bones and flesh; and hollow, pallid ghosts—millions of them, stretching as far as the eye could see. They weren't all human, either. Beasts and livestock sent to the underworld for all sorts of reasons were among them. In this bizarre world, saturated with the power of death, it didn't matter whether they had been kind or cruel in life, dangerous or harmless. None could escape the effects of the massive necromantic spell: all their memories and thoughts had been wiped away, leaving them as mindless, wandering corpses instinctively hostile to the living.
And these corpses hadn't accumulated in a day or two. Ever since the "gods" of Olympus created the underworld and Hades, Master of Death, began to rule over it, countless dead had been collected over thousands of years and made part of Tartarus.
Their souls had been extracted to fuel the three power cores of the underworld, and the excess energy could even supply Mount Olympus with its daily needs. Their bodies, meanwhile, were preserved and turned into the monsters that roamed the plains.
This horrifying "underworld" could challenge the limits of anyone's most terrifying nightmares.
A swaying Flesh Giant, standing three or four meters tall, trudged past Lily. Its rotting, stinking arm, dripping with poison, swung so close that it brushed a strand of hair on her forehead. Husky Girl didn't dare breathe. She wasn't afraid of the Flesh Giant itself—even in her current, relatively weak body, she could smash any Undead Creature on this plain. She was afraid of the countless living corpses roaming around it, a horde numerous enough to send even her at full strength scrambling all over the place.
She could take on a hundred foes