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Chapter 3: Ghostly Advice Crigan overlooked the dark, poisonous sea of miasma that drifted below him. How far down it went, only he knew.  Rising up from the sea of poison were the top halves of statues, worn and decaying from lack of treatment, statues of himself, and of creatures only he knew of.  He was perched on top of the headless stump of one of the statues, his head leaning off the side, his feet lifting up and down, up and down, like a bored child. “Everytime I see this place… it sends a chill down my spine.” Enma said as she sat down beside the Death God. They had been here for the last few hours, relaxing, and p