157 Attack of the Protagonist (9)

The Kingdom of the Dead, an endless land. An expanding desert, but there was not a piece of yellow sand. All the eyes could see was a slate of barren, pale grayness. After death claimed its victim, the remains were ground to dust, adding to this endless mile of white sand.

There was no difference of night and day; the sky was always a blurry gray. A black fireball hung in the sky and used its black ray to light up this world. That 'black moon' was the symbol of King of the Nether Abyss. Every piece of land shone on by the black light belonged to him; every soul burnished by the black light was one of his people.