Judge's Fury and the Furies' Ire

Unaware of the horrifying pursuers Aeacus was about to unleash on his tracks, the plasma propelling Adam gradually thinned. He slowed down, his eyes widening at the scenery.

The underworld's barren entrance was gone, replaced by fields of scentless white or yellow flowers that swayed with the gentle breeze. A few stalks of lush grass and a blue sky added their colors to create a clear vista he hadn't expected to see in the realm of the dead.

He took his surroundings in for a few more kilometers before the sun's bright reflection sparkled on a distant river's clear waters.

Cloud-like sails rose from a Greek boat in purples, greens, reds, and whites. Dead men and women, judged worthy by Rhadamnathus, Minos, and Aeacus, held their hats from flying off their heads and danced on the deck to the entrancing melody of percussions, lyres, and bouzoukis.