Footsteps echoed as he continued walking towards other parts of the Northern Undead Asylum, passing through dim, narrow corridors. One cell after another faded away behind him, and his voice drifted into the distance along with them.
"Each cell represents an Undead carrying a different sin. Some of the cells are empty, which means the education of the Fire God was quite successful. Those people had their sins washed away and were allowed to leave. However, some still remain trapped here; those are the stubborn heretics."
The Suffocating Dragon Tooth transformed into pieces of Flying Knives, surging forward, predicting the Living Dead Soldiers who would jump out from the ceiling and corners. Pieces of Dragon Scale turned into chains to bind the Living Dead Soldiers.
"These soldiers, let me think, well, let's consider them as Undead who have turned over a new leaf. They voluntarily stay here as guards to help more of their kind reform."
