Chapter 84. The Trial

Hope's POV

There is something in the air, something I could never forget, even if I had no photographic memory, this is something that is engraved in my soul, a request I made to the God of Death and he answered me personally.

That's just why I am so calm. It's simply because I know I don't have to worry, I had once said that Death was my friend, and that never made more sense than now. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the message that was brought to me.

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I am no longer in the cafeteria. In fact, I am in a large hall made of marble with Greek columns holding up the ceiling, which seems to go on ad infinitum, and yet one can see the very curvature of the Earth as if one were viewing the planet from space.

Around me there are several black marble benches and a multitude of souls sitting on them. Each dressed the same way they were buried, some are deformed because they didn't go through the rituals, but for a place like this, it's almost impossible