The lava kept running down the black castle walls; amidst all that heat, Death looked out of the window.
A distance away, a fight was happening. Not just any fight. A fight of epic proportions, which the Afterlife had never seen before.
It was common for fights to break out in the Hell all the time because the worst kind of people end up in here.
The souls fight against each other.
Sometimes they get bold and try to attack one of Death's servants or demons—but when they do, Reapers are quick to intervene.
Those were like fights between kids in comparison to what was currently happening.
"M-Master Death… Death…"
A panicked-looking Reaper came running over, almost stumbling on his own legs, and he looked terrified.
"E-Everyone is dead… Junior Reapers… Field Reapers… Senior Reapers… Elite Reapers… Arch Reapers!"
When the servants heard that, they were shocked, and they only wondered who the hell managed to do that.
