Chapter 257: Picked Up
When Arren was plunged into darkness, he was submerged in a rare fear that was too familiar for him. Although he didn’t know where this feeling was coming from.
It was there; it was growing, and it was only a matter of time before it devoured him completely.
He felt so weak. Arren was too powerless; he hated that he couldn’t do anything. And yet, he was also worried. He was worried about the possibilities, but even more so for his loved ones.
It was quite funny. How could he worry about others when he should be worrying about himself first? But that was just how he was; for all he knew, his disappearance was the spark of an even bigger hell.
Arren forced himself to open his heavy eyes; it was as though someone had glued his eyelids, and he had only managed to open them slightly. His vision was hazy, and his head spun as he became dizzy at once.
His brows quivered, and he tried to move, but he discovered that he was too weak to move. He didn’t have strength in his legs and arms, so even moving them was impossible in his current state.
Ahhh, darn it. He cursed inwardly. Even his consciousness was still on the verge of falling asleep yet again.
However, he couldn’t fall asleep again, no matter what. He had to know what was happening and where he was. There was a crucial urge in his mind to find out; it was rooted far from his subconscious.
Arren blinked his eyes and used all of his remaining strength to move his hand. He could barely move it, and he was aware that he was still under the influence of the drug they forced him to smell before.