Michael slowly exhaled, forcing the restless thoughts inside his mind to settle. There was no point dwelling on future evolutions.
Whether it required five million Evolution Points or fifty million, none of it would change what he had to do today.
His attention shifted toward the second effect of the Mausoleum.
Nether Gate.
Just like Hell, the Netherworld was an independent realm.
A vast world spanning areas far surpassing any ordinary realm, one that existed under its own set of rules, which could differ from universal ones at times.
Throughout countless civilizations, it had been given different names, yet every description carried one common theme.
The Land of the Dead.
It was a place where the living did not belong.
Michael's fingers unconsciously tightened.
"…"
If he claimed he wasn't nervous, he would only be lying to himself. His previous trip into Hell had nearly cost him everything.
