Above the River of the Dead, filthy waves surged sky-high, one after another, crashing like an avalanche. They churned into enormous whirlpools and slammed furiously against both banks, as if intent on swallowing every living thing. In the endless darkness and chaos, the wails of vengeful spirits rose and fell. They stretched out their cruel claws, trying to drag the two steadfast figures on the shore into this boundless sea of suffering, to share in its eternal torment.
