Time seems to be constant.
The sky doesn't change colours. Air is neither warm nor cold. The howls of the forsaken ones are fading as they reach closer to the end of their long walk. How many days have passed in the mortal world? Nobody can tell. They are not tired.
"How far is it?" Gumi asks Wakana, worried. "We have been walking for a long time."
"I see the end." Wakana squints her eyes. The mist has cleared away. She sees shadowy figures standing on the other side. "I see people too."
"They must be reapers." Gumi scrunches her nose in displeasure. "They don't help us cross the river but they will wait for us there."
"Don't you know a lot for someone who has never crossed this river?" Wakana questions her curiously.
