“The visions will fade. The things you see here change. More pleasant for some than others, I hear. Punishment or reward, depending on how your immortal soul was judged. Which is it for you?” I dragged my gaze up to Atroxus’s face, exactly as I remembered it in life—powerful, all-seeing, absolute. It all felt so real, just as I had begged to see it for decades. Yet the answer was so clear: Punishment.
