"There was no helping the littering of refuse; after all, even Danacus couldn't deal with the remnants of sacrifices, so they were simply discarded." Nellie explained helplessly, "Ironically, the Twisted Souls, who should have hated them, instead became tools for their protection. Since Danacus controlled the death authority, his followers, who worshiped him, naturally excelled at playing with souls. This left those Twisted Souls unable to exact their revenge, forced to hover near the temple's sanctuary, indiscriminately attacking any living creature. As a result, those areas were filled with twisted energy to the extent that no one, apart from the Undead Mages themselves, could easily enter the range of the Forbidden Land of Living Souls. I think if those Twisted Souls knew the outcome, they would be quite resentful."
"But in the end, they did get their revenge," Pannis murmured. "You gave them this opportunity to fulfill their purpose, didn't you?"
