They reached the end of the castle's walls, but instead of taking one of the many bridges, they simply stepped over, and, side by side, let themselves float down to the Asphodel Meadows, carried by the shadows. Dahlia, who was tuned into anything the darkness and souls were experiencing, felt them react immediately to the King's movements. He hadn't come down from his high castle in a long time, and right now, every single soul in the Underworld was at the very least nervous about this turn of events. Why had the King come down? What kind of bad omen was this? Which prisoners were in trouble? What kind of wind was picking up in the realm? They were like mice scattering and shivering, worried about the presence of the all-mighty god and his wrath, even if they had done nothing wrong. Their
