The underworld, with its main colors of deep red and black, was now completely enveloped by a blazing and dazzling light.
The air rippled slightly under the scorching light, and a plume of white smoke carrying a scorching aura slowly rose from the parched earth outside the underworld.
The once terrifying ram's horn city seemed to have lost some of its darkness and terror under the baptism of light.
Instead, it reveals a more primitive appearance.
The blue sea of souls that once existed outside the Underworld has vanished without a trace.
Those souls that fear the light have long since hidden in the untouched corners of the underworld.
Fortunately, the underworld is vast enough to accommodate the hiding places of these departed souls.
However, these souls had already harbored a great deal of resentment because they had not witnessed Erica's daring journey through the trials of hell.
As a departed soul, it naturally harbors deep resentment.
Now, even the area outside the underworld is being disturbed by sunlight, which makes their dissatisfaction even stronger.
The damn person was in hell when dawn broke.
What kind of hellish joke is this?
If the gates of the underworld had not been opened, these fragile souls might have already vanished into nothingness.
After making sure they were out of the sunlight, these souls stirred up a commotion in the underworld.
Just as they were complaining about all this misfortune, a spring breeze carrying pink petals slowly descended from the heights of the underworld.
When countless souls witnessed those pink petals, they immediately shut their mouths.
Because they all knew that Persephone had returned.
A girl wearing a white dress and a halo of colorful flower petals slowly appeared.
Under the gaze of countless souls, Persephone did not display any of the majesty of a queen of the underworld; on the contrary, she appeared remarkably at ease.
She completely ignored the spirits of the dead, leaped lightly, and sat directly on Hades's large, gilded writing desk.
She even elegantly crossed one long leg over the other.
After that, she lowered her head, glanced indifferently at the blue-clad ghosts hiding behind the desk, and asked softly:
Do you want to be reincarnated again?
Upon hearing this, all the departed souls froze on the spot, and the already silent atmosphere became even more deathly still.
Some of the spirits even sensed something was wrong and shrank back.
Persephone quietly observed the reactions of these departed souls.
These souls, still imprisoned in the underworld, cannot leave and can only wander freely within its boundaries.
Their existence is closely linked to the war against the gods a thousand years ago.
In life, every departed soul was a brave warrior.
Although their strength was insufficient to participate in the ultimate trial in Hell.
But as mortals, they still bravely participated in the war against the gods.
However, in that bloody battle, they suffered heavy casualties due to their lack of strength.
Even after their deaths, every single one of their names was remembered by those vengeful gods.
The gods warned these warriors.
As the price of their rebellion, they died and became wandering souls, forever trapped in the underworld, deprived of reincarnation there.
Although the struggle was ultimately won, the light of victory did not illuminate the way home for these departed souls.
After all, the gods would never admit their defeat; they would only claim that they were disappointed with humanity and were forced to leave the human world.
Even after leaving the mortal realm, the proud gods ensure that those humans who dare to rebel to the death are forever imprisoned in the darkness of the underworld.
This defeat is an indelible shame for them.
Perhaps in the eyes of the gods, imprisoning these human souls in the underworld forever might wash away the shame in their hearts.
The souls were imprisoned for thousands of years, and initially they were constantly searching for a way to be reincarnated.
But after countless failures, these souls gradually gave up struggling and had already decided to stay in this dark place forever.
However, when Persephone's words rang out, the souls fell into a deep silence.
In this silent moment, Persephone and the dead gaze at each other.
Their eyes were filled with shock and disbelief.
After several minutes of silence, finally one of the spirits trembled as it half-stood up and tentatively asked:
"Really...really?"
"Your Majesty, is there really still a chance for us to be reincarnated?"
Upon hearing Persephone's question, the souls' first reaction was profound disbelief.
After all, having gone through thousands of years, they have long since given up any hope of reincarnation.
Every departed soul knew that they had offended the gods.
Although the war against the gods was won, war always produces casualties.
They were the absolute victims of this war.
Cursed by the gods, they can never be reincarnated.
In exchange for this, the gods showed leniency towards humanity, sparing other humankind from greater calamities.
Although they could never leave the underworld, none of the departed souls felt a single regret for participating in that war.
Even if they are not among those thousand human heroes,
It wasn't even one of the 100,000 people chosen to participate in the trials of hell.
But whether they are warriors qualified to participate in the trials or ordinary people who fight in battle, they are all fighting for the same goal.
Even if one is ultimately shattered to pieces, the soul cannot be reincarnated.
They remain without complaint or regret.
Their sacrifice was not only for human freedom, but also to spare their families from the ravages of war.
When they see their family members come to the underworld because of natural causes, rather than because of war.
The sense of satisfaction I felt was indescribable.
Needless to say, they were extremely satisfied.
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