I thought it would be easier to be transported back to the labyrinth since I had already undergone several trials. But every time, I think my eyelids are getting heavier.
It would no longer be a surprise if, in the subsequent trials, I'd have a more challenging and longer time waking up.
Squinting, I tried not to make a fuss, but my back and every muscle and bone in my body somehow ached so bad I thought I would pass out.
"Welcome back," Elise greeted. I had to remind myself that her kind led us in here. But also, it was Bronn's fault that we needed to endure these trials.
I can't be the only one suffering.
Or maybe I was.
That won't come as a surprise, either. This whole scheme about the trials seemed to have been crafted for me. It will be a waste if they don't grill me to the very breaking of my soul.
Even my sanity was at stake.
Was this supposed to be purifying my soul to be worthy of entering Nirvana?
