Publisher's blurb: You cautiously make your way along the crystallized aetheric light that is the bridge. Dead gnarled trees overhang the putrid brackish waters, while faint humanoid figures bob up and down, wailing in agony and horror as they’re swept away by the currents. Skeletal statues watching you from the bridges sides, seemingly move when out of sight, reaching towards you - for you do not belong here. Upon a platform lies the blade of the archangel of death and the key to the realms of the dead, it glows faintly with aetheric power.