Chapter 19
The Underworld
Soul Depository Department
Xin pulled the soul-catcher bag off his shoulder as he walked down the long, narrow hallway to the soul deposit room. The bag wasn’t heavy—it never was. But the worries he had about this deposit made him felt as if he was shouldering a mountain.
He inhaled, trying to compose himself and appear as calm as possible as he walked through the massive room. The dark wood walls with images of devils and spirits on them weren’t comforting. They were images of hell gate, a place he had no desire to visit, ever.
Someone had told him that every bit of material in this building was recycled from things having to do with death: bones, cemetery soil and rocks, battlefields across the multiverse, and lands and forests of human places.
Xin had wor
