"By death's most divine grace, is that him?" standing near the edge of a tall cliff, the bottom so far away that fog obstructed direct vision, Herlbe and his soldiers, accompanied by Hartracite, had their feet firmly set upon the feeble white grass, looking over an immense ocean that did not seem that different from the regular one's outside the realm, only that the water seemed incredibly deep and dark everywhere, even right up against the shores.
Expanding their darkness awareness as far as they could, the undeads couldn't even reach the bottom anywhere, all that they realised was that even the surface was so pressurised that the regular undead would have their body shredded from just stepping in and it only got worse the deeper on went.
