“I feel it, but it terrifies me. Seth, what do you think my gods would think of what I’ve done? I’ve killed so many in my life. Not enemies who came for me, but people who had things I wanted. Once I killed my language teacher because his lessons were boring and he had stale breath. What judgement can I expect other than torture and, at best, lasting death?” Seraphina asked “What choice have we got?” Seth said. Once again. Seth found himself at a crossroads. He was stuck in what was now a very lovely prison. The sun shined brightly and the land of the dead had changed overnight, or rather over day. The sun had risen and life had risen with it. Sandy shores, grass covered hills, trees that looked like they might grow leaves and human beings who looked lost, but like people should. Still, he was stuck here and didn’t see a way out of it, expect to take one of the many boats that waited on the river, and find out what was on the other side of the grey fog.