Death held power. Human and demon death held more power. And if transmigrators had as much power within their souls as a dozen of normal humans, then the death of Jun alone will be enough to break the seal.
With the shouts of soldiers and roaring of car engines behind him, Shin ran to the old shrine. He opened the doors with a single kick, not even bothering to pick the lock, and ran to the main prayer hall.
It was entirely empty of items and even dust. The only thing there was an old bronze statue of Buddha. The dim light in the room twisted its features, turning Buddha's peaceful face into something anticipatory and sinister.
A circle covered with magical words was burned into the wooden floor—the seal. It did little to diminish the heavy aura of the room. It was like a lead blanket on Shin's shoulders and filled his nose with a phantom smell of sulfur that overpowered even the scent of his and Jun's blood.
The sealed gate to Hell—to the demon realm.
