Not a Damsel, But in Distress | Twisted Wonderland [EDITING]

Κεφάλαιο: LXXIX

As they entered Tartarus, Jamil couldn't help but look down, "It’s so deep, it looks endless… They called it Tartarus, didn’t they? I wonder how far down it really goes."

"We usually ride the chariot when we need to go down. It's a pretty long journey down by feet." Meg answered as he walked on ahead.

"They said 12 was the deepest level, but who knows how many layers each level has. Hey, hand me one of your blings for a sec." Leona told Jamil who was confused that it also made the brunette stop to look at them.

"Huh? Ah, sure." The ravenette said and gave him one of his hair accessories, only for it to be thrown down.

The silence was almost deafening. They haven't even walked that far yet and the beastman was already asking for a fight.

"I didn’t hear it drop… Looks like we’re dealing with at least 50 or so floors here." He estimated as the two younger boys looked at him in disbelief.

"Really? You couldn’t have used something else?" Jamil asked as Leona walked ahead.

"You could’ve refused, y’know? Don’t get too prickly over trivial stuff." The ravenette followed behind as well as the brunette.

"I assure you, I’m not irritated. I’m glad it was helpful." Jamil just said, but it was obvious that he was annoyed.

"Hmph, looking pretty mischievous now, aren’t we?" Leona said with a smirk.