The disasters now afflicting every corner of the world were not considered very serious if there was only one type, as the snow calamities merely meant sending them to Hell a bit earlier. However, the overlay of life and death rendered people unable to die, forcing them to endure the torment of coldness and hunger.
"Why do I feel like I'm the one who's wrong?" A displeased female voice suddenly echoed in Sharon's mind, causing her to purse her lips and pretend she hadn't heard it.
However.
"Sharon, do you think I should descend into the mortal realm?" The displeased female voice questioned Sharon, leaving her unsure of how to respond.
If the Goddess of Death were to descend now, the order of life and death would be disrupted in an instant, and the Witch of Death would likely take the opportunity to break her seal.
No one knew how terrifying the Witch of Death at her peak would be, nor what disasters she might unleash.
After giving it some thought.
