It was strange, like kissing herself, Serafina noted. Before it ended, the same storm and earthquake that signaled a transition swept them away. They did not let go, already anticipating the usual swirling chaos followed by being dumped into the cube, unless Tartarus had already prepared the next level.
How long did they have to wait to get to the last one?
Sisyphus had to roll a boulder up countless times only for it to roll down again. Would their suffering be as endless? If this were hell, the cycle would continue until they pulled at their hair in frustration. Until they felt like dying for real. Preferred it.
This time, they ended back in the cell. There were no preliminaries over the smothering prison’s chess-set interior, exchanging jabs with their deceptive host. Drago
