Questioning
Tap.
As they landed lightly, their footsteps sent shallow ripples through the darkness.
A massive wall appeared before them. It was the longest, largest wall they had ever seen; whether they looked up, down, left, or right, they could not see its end. It looked as if it had been forged from the hardest meteoric iron, so heavy that even tens of thousands of tons of seawater could hardly wash it down. Yet it was also so ethereal and unreal, so weightless that it seemed they could pass through it with a single outstretched hand.
"Ah!"
Diya clung nervously to Ash, and only then did they notice that the area around them was filled with black silhouettes. They were tall and short, male and female; some were ragged paupers, while others were Nobles dressed in finery. They were not limited to humans, either—there were plenty of Elves, Goblins, Orcs, and Ogres, and even animals like cheetahs and tigers. Looking farther off, Ash even saw an ancient tree, though he had no idea how it moved.
"A demigod scared by Dead Souls. Witch, you've truly broadened my horizons." Vishy let out a snicker.
Ash conjured a frying pan with Heart Sword, raised it, and knocked Vishy on the head. "I told you. Other than me, you're not allowed to mock anyone with unkind words."
Vishy rubbed her head, tugged at the corner of Ash's clothes, and put on a pitiful, tearful look that would move anyone. "I thought my relationship with you, Master, wasn't like it used to be anymore..."
Ash's mouth twitched when he heard that. If those demigods Vishy had just eaten heard that the Phantom Prophet could actually say something that sounded like she had been heartbroken by a scumbag, they would probably be so angry they