Utopia or False Paradise?

Rocked by the flow of the Cocytus, Adam counted ten monotonous days inside the boat's hold.

None of the joyous cooks, who rolled barrels of food out daily, noticed their presence... he almost wished they had.

By now, he only longed for anything that would distract home from the endless noise of wood sliding against water. Each time he thought about the parties held above, heard the enthralling music, and felt the reverberating footsteps of people dancing, the irrepressible urge to meld into the crowd gripped him by the guts. But he couldn't take any risk.

The journey's danger level had already shattered the difficulty bar, making him remember his games. 'I'm living above hell mode. What should the name be?' He had thought jokingly before shifting his focus to converting the underworld's potent energy.