"I never thought I'd actually stand before the Wailing Wall for a third time..."
Vishy's sigh drifted as if it came from the distant past. Unfortunately, her face was full of smugness that said, "Bet you didn't think I'd be back again," ruining that sense of historical weight.
The arcanists followed the Dead Soul Torrent to Hell Gate and gazed upon this Eternal Curtain that separated death from life. The closer they got, the more unpredictable Hell Gate became in their eyes. At times it was an ancient, heavy stone wall; at times an ornately carved palace wall. Sometimes it was a caveman's mural, sometimes a modern fortress of steel. It was heavy as a burden that could crush everything, yet gentle as a mother's embrace.
Skeletal dragons wrapped in chains flew within it, stirring up ripples of dark green light. The curtain rose with them, and when it floated up, it could cover tens of millions of hectares. It brushed lightly over Ash and the others, and they felt no discomfort at all. Instead, it was as cool and refreshing as taking the air on a summer night.
"Corpse Prison Dragons."
Vishy took the initiative to explain. "They're a dragon species that lives inside Hell Gate. They meddle with the laws of death and are known as the gatekeepers of hell. When dead souls pass through Hell Gate, their fear of death becomes the source of the Corpse Prison Dragons' 'Death Tremble'; their attachment to life becomes the needle and thread of the Corpse Prison Dragons' 'Tomb Gauze.'"
"The whole of hell is an eternal factory that refines dead souls into resources, and the Void Realm is the greatest beneficiary." Vishy curled her lip. "Everyone does it. If we want to survive in hell in the future, we'll have