Chapter 42: Let Me Reward You(1)
None of it made any sense.
Not the blood-soaked earth around him.
And certainly not the fact that he was still breathing.
He had been spared, given a second chance. But at what cost?
He had desperately accepted the fate of the son of Hades without a care of what that implied for his future- and for some reason, unbeknownst to him, the corpse of the pack of dire beasts which had once hunted him as their prey now littered before him.
He gasped—sharp, shallow.
Then again.
His eyes flickered down to the bloodstained ground, then to the leather-bound notebook that lay at his feet.
A strange thing occurred to him then. The world was painted in red—blood soaked leaves, crimson puddles reflecting broken trees, the sharp metallic scent thick in the air—but the notebook remained untouched.
Unmarked.
Although some droplets had splashed onto its surface, they didn't stain the pages.