CHAPTER THREE
We landed in a part of the spirit world I’d never been to before. I was used to this place being rocky, but we stood on a plain of brown, wavering grass. The sky here was normally filled with wailing phantoms; their sound was deafening as they screamed and exploded, screamed and exploded. But there was only orange sky, and it blistered upon itself like boiling water. A quiet, cold wind blew through me, bending the blades away from us as if they were pointing us forward.
The dull, rotten egg smell of sulfur invaded my nose. I hadn’t missed that.
The last time I was here, I was getting chased by a giant scorpion demon. I didn’t want to think about Visgaroth, but memories of the damned scorpion demon flooded back. I pushed them away.
“Last time I was here, I was a spirit, sw
