Purgatory is completely different from the underworld.
If the essence of the underworld is sorrow, then the essence of purgatory is pain.
The moment they stepped through the portal, everyone felt a sense of oppression.
It is a feeling that is difficult to define. It is not only physical discomfort, but also mental depression and pain, which gradually overflows from the depths of the soul.
"Ah~" Medusa took a deep breath in her heart, "Am I in heaven?"
"It's hell." Medea said coldly.
"I'm just making a metaphor..." Medusa was speechless.
Unlike the sunny and beautiful Hearthfire Island, the sky of the Limbo demiplane is red, as deep red as the top of a red-hot fireplace, and the ground is dark black, composed of fine, coke-like soil. It feels soft and crushed when you step on it.
On the distant horizon were mountains that stretched extremely sharp and pointed straight up to the sky, like countless sawtooth blades. At the bottom of the valley between the mountains was a red city, the so-called Lingbo City.
The city has no walls, and its architectural style seems to deliberately imitate the mountains in the distance. It is composed of the same dense and sharp buildings, which are extremely narrow at the bottom and extremely high at the top, standing like long and narrow fingers.
Hera was completely stunned. This magnificent and strange world in front of her gave her an extremely unreal and magical feeling. Medea had been here several times when she was a child, so her emotions were more stable than Hera's. She just kept her composure and looked into the distance.
Malkina blew a whistle, and four tall horses came running from a distance. Their fur was also dark black, almost blending with the ground of the same color, and they could not be seen unless they moved. However, when the horses' hooves stepped on the ground, sparks would fly like flint and flint hitting each other.
Their pupils were also ruby-like crystals, and it seemed as if something was burning inside.
The smallest horse came to Sheila and silently lowered its smooth neck and head, as if to signal her to sit on it. However, Sheila stood there in a daze, not daring to move forward.
"Go ahead." Seeing that she looked like she wanted to escape but didn't dare to, Ask urged her.
"I... wait!" Before Sheila could react, Ask had already picked her up from behind and placed her steadily on the black horse.
Although there was no saddle, she sat extremely steadily on the horse's back - to be more precise, the black horse seemed to have a spirit and held its owner firmly on its back.
"This is..." Sheila asked hesitantly.
"Children of the Night, nightmare beasts." Malkina said with a smile, "They feed on people's nightmares and can freely travel between purgatory and the ocean of subconsciousness. Nightmare beasts are extraordinary creatures with very picky tastes. Once they identify a person, they will no longer eat the nightmares of others."
“You mean, it… eats my nightmares?” Sheila understood what she meant.
"Yes, have you been sleeping very well recently and rarely had scary nightmares?" Malkina asked with a smile, "That's why it's close to you. In a sense, you are its owner."