Purgatory and the Netherworld were radically different.
If the essence of the Netherworld was sorrow, then the essence of Purgatory was pain.
The moment they stepped through the teleportation portal, everyone felt an oppressive sensation surge into their hearts.
It was a hard-to-define feeling, not just physical discomfort but also mental oppression and pain, gradually overflowing from the depths of the soul.
"Ah~" Medusa took a liberating deep breath in her mind, "Have I come to Heaven?"
"It's Hell." Medea said coldly.
"I was just making a metaphor..." Medusa was speechless.
Unlike the sunny and beautiful scenery of Fire Island, the sky of this Limbo half-plane was red, like the deep red of a burning furnace roof, while the ground was a dark, blackish color, composed of what seemed like charred, fine dirt, giving a soft, crumbling sensation underfoot.
