Chapter 370. Trials of Patience

JASON

After pushing Lucero, I felt a pang of guilt. Maybe I shouldn’t have done it, but this place was so dangerous that plunging into a dark room didn’t seem like an encouraging option. And I really longed to protect her more than anything.

I felt something clinging to my arm in that utter darkness. I couldn’t see anything at all.

“What the hell…?” I wondered, trying to pull away whatever was clinging to my arm.

I tried to rub my eyes to get a clearer view. It was useless. I walked trying to free myself from whatever was clinging to my arm.

“I don’t believe in ghosts,” I said to myself, even repeating it out loud.

It was ironic to repeat that in the underworld itself. It was almost silly to repeat something like that. But it was something that made me feel openly calmer. Whatever was clinging to me let go. I heard footsteps receding.

I could only imagine with my mind, because my eyes couldn’t see anything at all. I smelled a strange scent,