Starvation.
The group of ragtag Desiderium prisoners had barely eaten throughout the immeasurable span of days and nights in Tartarus. A couple of meals were randomly given and spaced, reminding them that they were mortal and alive. Barely alive in some cases.
While Dragomir and Serafina continued to fight, there were sections of Tartarus where much blood was shed. There was weeping and dark fear.
Elina Rasmusen held her best friend Joy in her arms, as the tiny brunette had been snapped into two by one of the PacMan monsters. At first, her stomach had heaved from seeing Joy’s entrails spill. However, she believed that everyone deserved a proper goodbye even if it meant useless crying and unintelligible words of comfort.
Joy Foster would never be hungry again. Soon, she would be abso
