The green stone slabs glimmered with gray light after being illuminated by magical road lamps.
The frightening shadows on the ground mimicked the frightened rat that scurried across the street.
In Winterfell, the peace-loving Underworld inhabitants extinguished their magical lamps, kissed their family members' foreheads, and enjoyed the peace of the night…
Barbecue smells, various strange smells, and rowdiness pervaded the Underworld's nightlife.
"Kebab! Kebab! Fresh Worm Kebab! With clay flavor! You don't have to pay if it's not tasty!"
"Can it be cheaper? It's for Stitches. Can you reduce the price? It's not for eating, it's for stitching on his body."
"Handsome lad~ come~ our learning materials are interesting~ come and learn~"
"No, no, it's harmful to the body."
