Auren lay in his bed, the thought of what the final boss of the Trial could be pressing against his chest like iron weights.
He was scared—first that they wouldn't be able to defeat it, then second that they would. While Auren remained deeply skeptical about whether he would live again, it wasn't that he didn't want to try.
He wanted to try, but right now he was terrified of that trial. That temptation to try could very well spell his end.
But if there was any chance that Hope hadn't woven him into this place, then he'd gladly take it.
However, what were the odds of that?
Maybe the Archons weren't powerful enough to weave such a mighty world? But he couldn't bring himself to believe Hope lacked the power to weave a simple human into this place so he could serve as a gruesome warning to others—showing what happens when a curse chooses you.
Auren closed his eyes, his heart clenching.
'It wasn't even my fault…'
It truly wasn't his fault he was so unlucky.
