Even in their dark surroundings, the paint on the gates was crisp and bright—a sharp contrast from everything around them. Neither door of the portal had bars or handles—no way of pushing or sliding them open—and round bronze casts of demon faces decorated the wooden panels. The eyes on the bronze medallions flickered with fire. Mulan could have sworn they were all watching her. Some faces smiled, a few frowned, and more than a few snarled. “Behold,” murmured ShiShi at her side, “the Gates of Diyu. The entrance to the Underworld.”
The description of the gate
