Chapter 523 - 449
He kept walking without stopping for a moment; when he was thirsty, he would open his water skin in the dark, and when he was hungry, he would eat bread in the pitch black. He was no longer a shadowy soul of the Netherworld but a living being with flesh, naturally in need of water and food.
Fortunately, the Death God Nakbet had prepared enough food and water for him and told Baird that these supplies would surely last till the end.
Thus, the consumption of water and food became the criteria for Baird to judge how much longer it would take to reach the Mortal World.
When Baird grew tired, he would rest on the road. The chilly wind of the Netherworld tormented his spirit as he dozed, seeming to do everything possible to keep him in the Netherworld, but he always kept his eyes tightly shut, never relaxing for a second, even upon waking from his sleep.
He lived like a blind man.
Gradually, having walked for an untold number of days, loneliness began to wander in Baird’s heart; it was the greatest enemy of this hero.
In order to alleviate the loneliness, Baird started to reminisce about the nine trials that, despite their brevity, were worth longing for; he entertained himself with these memories, and when he remembered the sorrowful farewells, tears would flow from his closed eyes.
Baird walked upon the road between the Netherworld and the Mortal World, now seeming to belong neither to the Netherworld nor to the Mortal World.
Because he kept his eyes closed, without the aid of vision for judgment, Baird generally relied on his hearing and touch to observe his surroundings.
As he walked in this endless tunnel, the hero began to hear some tragic and sorrowful wailing.
Those sounds seemed to come from above him, from what appeared to be the ground, and only from the Punishment Wilderness would come such dismal noises.