The realm between Yomi and the living world was a place of fractured skies and restless shadows. Only the blood lake of the Wendigo paled in comparison. The was thicker and denser. Often, a barrier had to employed to breathe.
Marta Kowalski and Sasaki Kojiro stood on a craggy expanse of blackened stone. They were overseeing what lay above and below. Overhead, the sky churned with dark clouds, jagged streaks of crimson lightning occasionally splitting the heavens in silence. The black ground was littered with skeletal remains of creatures Marta did not recognize.
In the far distance, warped trees twisted upward like skeletal hands. Marta looked over her shoulder. They had already gone through one forest worth of these trees. They were blackened and cracked and exploded upon contoct, even air. They were humans. Everything about them was wrong here.
