The River of Judgement was a place of dread, a river of blood that flowed towards the gates of Hell.
The boatman ferries sinners towards their final destination, a silent figure, his face hidden beneath a hooded cloak.
He took no pleasure in his task, but he knew that it was necessary.
As the boat wades through the crimson waters, the sinners who sat within its confines trembled with fear.
They knew what awaited them on the other side, and they dreaded the moment when the boatman would take them through the gates of Hell.
Perched atop treacherous hills that lined the river were torture pods, holding cells for those who had committed the most heinous of sins.
The screams of the damned e...