As the Six-faced Elephant Deer uttered its sorrowful last words and fell down motionless, the vast world of death seemed to receive some signal, plunging entirely into an extremely eerie "stillness."
The gray mist outside the Gate of the Deceased stopped drifting, the crows rising from the Nest of Crows of Death Report were frozen in mid-air, the constantly churning River of Yellow Springs ceased flowing completely, and on the No Return Path winding toward the deepest part of the Dead Realm, countless deceased also froze in place.
In Leon's perception, death, which was infinitely more stubborn than time and never stopped for anyone, suddenly halted for an extremely brief moment, then graciously lowered its massive body and cast a scrutinizing gaze upon him.
Is this what it feels like to be chosen by the authority of death...
