In this underground cathedral, which could only be reached by a single passage, there should not have been any wind. However, Noah distinctly felt the piercing cold carried by the chilling wind.
This was not a coldness of temperature, but a chill at the level of life itself, a natural fear of death felt by living creatures.
This wind did not belong to the natural world; it was the breath of death from the world of the dead.
"This...."
Pope Loli widened her eyes, staring blankly at her teacher in front of her and the half-opened dark door behind her teacher.
There were three unfamiliar characters on the door, but in an instant, Noah understood their meaning.
Ghost Gate.
This was the gateway to the afterlife.
But wasn't this world supposed to lack an afterlife? Once life ends, shouldn't the soul decompose and merge into the river of souls?
