Chapter 32

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

DARIUS

The Land Of The Dead.

A land that many feared to go to. A call that no one could ignore or resist— a call that only few survived, and amongst the few that survived, many lost their minds, and were never revived. Most of them died.

It began as a strange call, one that only the summoned person could hear. The person would then be thrown into the Land Of The Dead, and would be put in slumber. Only the soul would journey across the lands. Any injury inflicted on the soul would be reflected on the body. That was how many died of mysterious wounds.

The person would stay, facing whatever problems arose in there, all on their own, and would be unable to receive help, for anyone who veered too close to that person would automatically be dragged in, along with that person.

“The Land Of The Dead?” I asked. That was ridiculous. “Why? Why do I merit such a punishment? It's not like I put the werewolf Kingdoms into jeopardy, or went around killing humans in masses.”

Kie