CHAPTER 18 - ARTH

Arth coughed at the cold wind blowing against his face as they ascended into the blue-green skies. His mouth and throat thirsted dryly beneath his mask. He had forgotten the air in the Underworld could slowly intoxicate human lungs if breathed for too long, worse if the clouds were to be inhaled, so he’s glad to have the mask on. But how the hell could he stay longer to find Janshai in this wretched world? A series of coughs escaped his mouth.

“Just hold your lungs ‘till we get there, we’re close,” Sir Edric said in front of him, looking down. “Ain’t that beautiful scenery, Your Highness?”

Arth gripped the General’s leather vest tighter before he glanced down. Dark, bluish mountains expanded beneath them as if they’re continuous waves amidst a sea of dread and depth. He only saw mountains and ranges. He had no idea what the General found in it that made him see its beauty. &ld