Lord Yama, accompanied by his younger brothers, came to a halt before a pitch-black gate. Carved upon the doors was a lush, flourishing tree; anyone familiar with the netherworld would instantly recognize it as a soul tree.
Raising a hand, he directly infused a wisp of his own soul power into the gate. A flash of golden light swept across it, setting the teeth of the brothers standing behind him on edge.
Their eldest brother was faultless in every way, save for one minor quirk: an obsessive partiality to gold. He claimed that the Underworld had remained pitch-dark for millions of years, which was an uncomfortable sight, whereas gold brought invigoration and cheer.
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