Hindustani Underworld, Mahabodhi Temple.

The sound of uniform footsteps echoed throughout an empty corridor as a man with his palms joined in prayer quickly rushed through the corridor. As soon as the underworld emissaries on either side of the corridor caught sight of him, they immediately extended respectful salutes.

He was the ruler of the Hindustani Underworld, Yamaraja himself, and no underworld emissary in the entirety of the Hindustani Underworld dared to display any disrespect to him.

Furthermore, he wasn't alone.

Around a dozen death gods of the Hindustani Underworld were trailing along behind him, and all of them were wearing grim expressions.

Only after they had passed by did all of the guards heave a collective sigh of relief, and one of them cast his gaze toward the direction that Yamaraja had just departed in with a fearful expression. "What the hell is going on? All of the death gods have been assembled! How long has it been since this last happened?"

The other guards shook their heads in response, but it was clear to all of them that something was seriously wrong.

Earlier the same night, several envoys had arrived, and the Mahabodhi Temple had erupted into a...