[Trigger Warning: Eating Disorders]
The sun was high in the sky when a large, brick warehouse appeared on the horizon, standing tall in the middle of the plains surrounding it. Dark smoke billowed out from the chimneys into the blue sky above, and dozens of industrial glass windows lined the façade in neat rows.
“There’s Gluttony,” Leonidas said, nodding his head at the structure.
“Why aren’t there any people around?” Brooke asked, her eyes darting around the open plains.
“They’re all inside…eating,” he shrugged. “There are workers that harvest the fields, but it’s unlikely that we’ll run into them out here. We’re probably in the safest circle of Tartarus.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because a bunch of people sitting around, stuffing their faces, is hardly considered a threat to the Underw
