Chapter 31
Arete didn’t like the underworld much, regardless of how much potential its creatures had and the support they had promised him. But beggars couldn’t be choosers. He could only do his best and play the game well as possible. But not everything was a game to him. Sometimes he did take things seriously. He just couldn’t always recall when that was or what he took seriously.
Being immortal sucked.
The gothic door swung open. From a dark room inside came a stream of eerie white smoke, followed by a blast of cold air and then some soft footsteps. Looks like a stage show of some kind. Should I be clapping? he thought but then put that sarcastic stream of thought away.
A tall figure that looked like a skeleton with a small amount of loosely hanging flesh walked out. Arete shuffled
