Facing the Underworld For a Friend

Dread's icy fingers wrapped around Achilles' heart as the name reverberated in his mind. Tartarus? The deepest and darkest dungeon of torment, a pit of suffering for the wicked, and the prison for the Titans? Surely, Adam must have misspoken or referred to a place from another culture that shared its name.

However, Adam's broadening smirk said it all. He wanted to go to the Tartarus he knew of. That was why he kept smirking at him all along!

Without wasting a second, he gripped Behemoth and blurred to the Gate. "Send me to Mab. I'm not joining in this madness!"

Behemoth frowned under the warrior's arms, his tanned face as pale as snow. He had wanted to show his goodwill and offer to accompany Adam on his expedition, but Tartarus... Somehow, he understood Achilles' forceful reaction.

Adam's cold laughter echoed. "You don't want glory anymore?"