Above the vast Land of Death, a hand reached out from the earth, disturbing the gathering Undead nearby. These Undead didn't take much interest in Zheng Yichen, merely giving him an instinctive 'glance' before moving on.
A black cat spirit sat by Zheng Yichen's side, looking somewhat listless as it licked a paw. Once Zheng Yichen stood up, the cat spirit sprung into action, burrowing into the tattered cloak.
"Huh, am I dead?" Zheng Yichen looked at his hands; the color of his palms was as pale as a corpse's, yet the flexibility of his body hadn't changed."
Body temperature... 3.7°?
Well, Hell is pretty cold after all.
Feeling the emptiness within himself, Zheng Yichen grabbed a handful of soil. As the balance of the environment was restored to normal, the dying Hell also revived, and the equipment he wore allowed him to feel the 'protection' provided by the Netherworld of Hell while standing on this land.
