I handed the baby Manticore to Thanatos for safekeeping while I moved on to the next game. He seemed a little too eager to accept it.
Should I be worried?
I decided to shrug it off.
The next game led me to door number three. The final region of Domos Haidou—Asphodel Meadows.
Everything about this place screamed meh. The grass looked like it had given up trying to grow, the trees were frozen in mid-sulk, and the sky didn't even bother to commit to weather. It was just there, like someone had left the "default" setting on.
My boots crunched against the pale, brittle grass as I stepped into the misty expanse, the landscape stretching endlessly in every direction.
If this was a test, it was already getting to me.
"Alright, Carl," I muttered, tugging at the strap of my utility vest for some semblance of comfort. "Just another magical death trap. You've survived worse. Probably."
