Chapter 19: Blood,sweat and spaghetti
The trio had approximately 0.3 seconds of peace after leaving the Oracle's garden before chaos returned like a clingy ex.
They landed smack in the middle of an abandoned motel in the middle of nowhere, dusty neon signs flickering like they were powered by regret. The room smelled like expired pickles and ghost trauma.
Lucien groaned as he sat up on a deflated bean bag chair. "I'm too pretty for interdimensional crash landings. My spine did a full remix."
Cain stood, brushing off his jacket. "You're not even injured."
"My soul is."
Ayden kicked the door open dramatically. "I CALL SHOWER FIRST! I SWEAT MAGIC."
"You literally didn't even fight anyone," Lucien said, eyeing him.
"I emotionally battled myself, okay? That counts."
Cain rolled his eyes and pulled open a moldy fridge. "Great. No food. Just one suspicious jar of—what is this? Demon mayo?"