I knew I was close to the clearing when I was rocked by the sickest feeling I’d ever experienced. It was so strong, I stopped to lean against a tree until the nausea passed. Thanks to Prometheus, I knew what was happening. Those susceptible to the tortures Tartarus had to offer grew ill when they were close to it. That’s why the forests were filled with monsters from other cultures. Those of the Greek persuasion would have been too sick to do any good against nosy tourists or curious bystanders.
I shut my eyes as I swallowed back another round of nausea. I had to get through this. I was too close to let this stop me. So I shoved myself away from the tree and stumbled through the thorn bushes until I could see the circle I’d been after since we’d entered Hoia-Baciu. It was completely free
