Knowing he couldn't see the other shore, Alex withdrew his attention to where he was standing at that moment.
Strangely, although a silver full moon hung in the sky, nothing intended to attack him. On the contrary, Alex sensed many gazes from within the fog; they were evaluating him with extreme curiosity, perhaps because he was a foreign soul carrying the breath of life.
He didn't notice that because he had entered the Shadowlands in soul form, the red silk scarf on his neck had disappeared, and the black mark Alex always hid was exposed nakedly.
It was slowly rotating. The surrounding aura was attracted by this rotating mark, approaching Alex bit by bit. They poured into the black mark, revealing silver veins on it, emitting an invisible pressure that made other undead dare not approach.
Alex saw many souls by the riverbank—men and women, old and young. They lined up in an orderly manner, faces expressionless, walking along the riverbank in one direction.
