Netherworld
In a deep gorge that looked as if it was slashed open by terrifying sword energy, a solemn, magnificent, fierce, and tall palace stood.
That palace had distinctive edges and corners, with many cold iron poles jutting up into the sky like killing swords. Those poles were linked together by cold and heavy iron chains.
It was the Nether King Palace. The palace was situated in a corner of the Netherworld, where it was so isolated that you could net sparrows at the door.
The massive metal doors of the great hall were pushed open. Slowly, with the squeaking of the heavy doors, the cold but clear light flooded, illuminating dots on the ground that looked like broken gold.
Old Tie had white hair, but he looked a little childish. He was carrying a tray with washed, fresh spirit fruits, carefully entering the palace. He slowly walked to the high throne, where an imposing figure sat.
