Adam stood before the Death Gates carved into the side of the gigantic mountain.
The colossal gates towered so high that they vanished into the dark clouds above, their ancient black surface covered in enormous runes and endless scars left behind by the ravages of time.
Compared to them, Adam felt no larger than an insect standing at the foot of the mountain.
Countless figures moved around the entrance. Pale souls, undead creatures, and strange beings from the Underworld endlessly passed through the massive gates.
But as Adam continued watching them, a puzzled look slowly appeared on his face.
The figures were not entering the gates…
They were coming out of them.
An endless stream of souls and undead emerged from the darkness beyond the Death Gates and walked deeper into the Underworld instead.
No one seemed to go the other way.
The sight felt completely wrong from what Adam knew.
Weren't the dead supposed to enter the realm of the dead through those gates?
