Seeing Lynn break through five layers of hell so easily, the Wraith Monarch could no longer sit still.
Though this was not a real Netherworld Hell, he had spent thousands of years constructing it. And Lynn had just broken through it like that? Did he have no pride to protect?
Now he could only pray that the remaining layers would trap Lynn, or at least stop him from clearing them all so quickly.
Yet Lynn's forceful advance had also deflated some of his smug confidence.
Was his Netherworld Illusion Domain really this useless?
The sixth layer, the Sin Stele Grove.
A forest of gray-white stone steles stood amid the gray mist.
The steles varied in height, their surfaces densely inscribed with Netherworld script. Each one represented a prisoner's crimes.
The ground beneath them was gray-black soil, scattered with broken bones and torn soul fragments.
At the center of the grove stood a slightly taller stele. A gray-white soul core was embedded at its top, serving as the hub of the entire grove.
Lynn walked among the steles.
The Netherworld inscriptions glimmered in the darkness, each line reciting a different crime.
He could not make out the words, but the grove had detected his sins.
The inscriptions began to brighten, rising off the stone surfaces and winding toward his soul.
These were brands of sin. Once they latched on, the grove would pin his soul in place, leaving him unable to move.
Lynn quickly analyzed the grove's structure.
The brands of sin on every stele led to the tall stele at the center.
The soul core atop it was the hub. It collected the sins from all the steles, then redistributed them to each one.
Destroy the hub, and the grove would fall apart.
Lynn raised a Soul Barrier, blocking