Thoughts of a game played by passing underneath a low bar without dislodging it played inside my head, complete with island music and cheery laughter. It wasn't amusing.
Staring around the desolation, I still couldn't believe my eyes. "You mean this is the Purgatory?" I asked.
"Yes," answered Michael, though I wasn't really surprised by his affirmation. I guess part of me already expected the worst. "If I am correct, we are teetering on the very edges of Hell. This is the boundary only meant for the--"
"Oh, spare us with the lectures of medieval religious beliefs, Soul Dealer," Viel blurted out, cutting Michael off. "We all know that limbo is only for the dead. For wandering souls. Last time I checked, we are still--"
"Wait," it was Jason's turn to interrupt the exchange of words, hi
