"Yes. The rest is not near as nice." He speaks the words that opens the gates as they come to them. The other precincts are much colder, with hazards such as ghostly, moving fires, treacherous holes and eddies, uncertain footing, strong currents, all seeking to pull them back, farther into Death. More than once, eyes from the darkness can be seen, watching them but unwilling to come close to the two bright figures. Yrael, against the shadows of Death, seems almost to glow white.

The Fourth Precinct is almost reminiscent of the Ninth, shallow and with very little current. The air is dim, misty and full of shadows.

"This next precinct is going to be interesting. The Third has waves, and if we are caught, we'll be thrown back the way we came, and it will be very hard to regain our footing after that. We shall need to run."