The drop-off point was tucked between two jagged cliffs, the kind that seemed eager to swallow you whole if you got too close. The air buzzed with a strange static that made my hair stand on end, and a faint greenish glow illuminated the dark path ahead.
For something so integral to Mythica's infrastructure, this place could use a serious makeover.
Maybe some signs. A snack cart. Anything to make it feel less like I was about to board a one-way trip to regret.
"Welcome to the Bridge of Souls Terminal," said a voice to my left, raspy and cheerful in a way that made my skin crawl. The speaker was a wraith, hovering a few feet above the ground with a clipboard in hand and a name tag pinned to what might've been a chest. It read: Hi, I'm Morty! Friendly.
"Uh, thanks?" I offered, unsure of the etiquette for interacting with wraith staff. "I'm here for the coach to Mictlan. Is this the right spot?"
