When the Panda thought he saw the women raise hell up at Taiga's words, it turned out to be a little more literal. Many of the women were noticeable and were retained in the memory and heart's of the audience but there were those who stayed in the background.
A literal wallflower.
Or something more akin to a ghost.
There was said to be a small kernel of truths in all stories, myths and legends. Whether it was because words contained power, memory gave birth to it and the act of passing it down made it more prevalent and thus things came to be or there was another thing entirely that accounted for such things...
All of that was in the past and this was what happened now.
Thana the Grim Reaper who was supposed to be more affiliated to a more highly Western work force and expertise in the afterlife—those relating to Nordic afterlife which she had stated to be her speciality—was now being summoned to travel to the Eighteen Hells and its Ten Courts of Hell Administers.
