In the cold underground world, Soul Prisons stood haphazardly in every direction like lighthouses. Will-o'-the-wisps burned within them, illuminating the surroundings.
Luo Zhen and the others stopped fooling around and stared at the scene, their hearts heavy.
Because...
"The things inside those Soul Prisons are human souls."
Ishtar spoke those words in an unconcerned tone.
"All the Soul Prisons created by Ereshkigal are prisons meant to imprison souls. The human souls locked inside cannot leave or find release. They can only remain there forever, suffering the torment of the cold."
The Underworld had no sunlight to begin with, and the overwhelming scent of death made the temperature unbearably low for ordinary humans. Let alone souls that had lost their bodies—there was no such thing as warmth for them. They could only endure the constant invasion of the cold.
That was why the Underworld Goddess needed to create Soul Prisons. They were not meant to imprison souls, but to preserve them and give them a comfortable place to stay.
Yet from Ishtar's tone, she seemed to believe that Ereshkigal would never do such a thing.
After all, Ereshkigal was the one who had cruelly killed her. In Ishtar's mind, Ereshkigal must have been a cold and heartless goddess, right?
She had said so herself.
"Since you've already come to the Underworld, it's too late to regret it even if you want to. I'll tell you in advance—if you really die here, this will be your fate, you know?"
Ishtar pointed at the Soul Prisons as she spoke.
"If you don't want to end up like that, then struggle with all your might."
With that, Ishtar walked ahead on her own.
Seeing this, Mashu hurried after her.
Luo Zhen followed as well, but he was still confirming the current situation.
For example...