Chapter 397 - God's Gate (Part 34)
A sharp groan escaped Arthur's lips as he slowly came to. His limbs ached with a dull, throbbing pain, like he'd been beaten with a club and left to rot. Every breath felt dry, scraping the inside of his throat like sandpaper. The darkness around him was absolute—oppressive. Not just the absence of light, but a suffocating black void that clung to his skin and made his eyes feel useless.
'Where… am I?' he thought, blinking hard as if he could will his vision to adapt. But even the Wretched Crawler's Eye wasn't helping here. Whatever this place was, it swallowed light like a bottomless pit. The farthest Arthur could see was a few meters around, and it helped him figure out that he was inside some sort of cell with walls made out of stone. He could hear water dripping somewhere in there, with every move he was making echoing in every corner.
