"I've believed in many things all my life, even your nonsense. But I have never believed in gods and spirits." Julius Reed looked at Pranay Martinez, pointing at himself, then at the sky: "Gods are man-made. If there really were gods, unless they could beat me, they'd be nothing but nonsense."
After saying this, he pointed at his feet: "So-called ghosts and monsters are just remnant souls. When they were alive with physical bodies, they weren't my match, and now that they're dead, they're just lingering souls, like lost dogs. Should I care?"
"You're telling me this is the underworld? Then explain to me, what is the underworld!"
Julius Reed pointed at the ground, speaking coldly: "If you can't explain clearly, I'll make sure you can't even reach the underworld."
"You, Julius Reed, are a madman, but I must tell you, there's always someone stronger, always a higher power! The underworld is simply the underworld, where some people's telekinesis doesn't dissipate after they die."
