In the Nether Realm, I was flying casually with Pheromone by my side. The black-hooded figure whose name I came to know as Sin was following us closely as I looked around the realm.
I ordered for all torture to stop for a moment but I couldn't stop it for a long time. The realm was created for punishment, for those evil souls to suffer the retributions for their actions when they were alive.
So even though I couldn't stop the torture for long, I could suspend it for a few hours at most.
Whatever I laid my eyes on was either souls kowtowing, bloody chains that intertwined for the sake of souls being hung there for their eternal punishment, or the bones that made up of everything in here.
The ground, hills, and even mountains that could easily rival Mount Everest were all formed by millions of bones and sculps. Other bones seemed to be of other beings as they were large and long and also other sculps looked so huge.