It seems that ever since I stumbled upon the lost feet here last time, this place has gradually become abandoned.
She doesn't understand why she can only enter this place through dreams, but she knows it's no longer valuable.
Just as Sif was about to leave, an astonishing scene suddenly appeared in the void before her.
An endless giant river stretched before her, the water exuding a ghostly gray, its depths unfathomable.
Such a vast river had not a single fish.
Could it be the River of the Dead?
As Sif wondered, a ferry boat appeared, and the ferryman at the bow was dressed in black, with hollow eye sockets revealing a skull face.
When his ferry boat appeared, the previously calm river water suddenly began to stir.
Countless eerie, bluish arms reached out from the river, trying to grasp the ferry boat, to capture something from its deck.
