"Caw! Caw!"
After hearing the mournful cawing from above, Leon instinctively looked up in response. However, instead of the familiar blue sky and white clouds, what met his eyes was an entire expanse of hollow, deep gray filled with the essence of death.
A sun devoid of any warmth, resembling the dying gaze of an old man, hung quietly over the sky shrouded in dark clouds, gazing at the turbulent, murky river below.
Above this yellow and noisy great river, a road paved with countless ancient bones, tinged faintly in yellow, bore one mourning soul after another, winding toward the Depths of the Realm of the Dead.
"This is the Realm of the Dead, where everyone comes after they die."
After glancing at Leon, who was carrying Emma out of the crocodile's mouth with eyes full of awe as he observed the Realm of the Dead, the Red-haired Director monitored the situation of the three before advising,
