In the first stage of the Preta Lurienna Labyrinth, there were no fewer than a hundred thousand inheritances scattered throughout its reaches.
Any one of them would have been enough to tempt a disciple into folly. And yes, the treasures were tempting.
Most of the disciples had seen them with their own eyes. Yet their focus remained razor sharp.
The secret realm had made one thing painfully clear. It did not want them lingering here.
The longer they stayed, the stronger the monsters that crawled out to hunt them became.
What none of them knew was that they themselves were feeding this ecosystem of horrors.
Every raw emotion they shed into the realm became nourishment for the Ghost Realm Fragment.
Their positive feelings, camaraderie, perseverance, hope. Their darker ones, helplessness, indignance, greed.
