A trip

Something that even a demon overlord would fear? What could that possibly be?

Jack's curiosity burned, but alongside it, a chill of apprehension crept into his chest. Zamazo's cryptic words struck a chord, awakening a sense of vulnerability Jack wasn't used to admitting, even to himself.

It felt like the world was closing in on him. With every step forward, the challenges seemed to grow, looming like insurmountable mountains.

'It's as though I'm making no progress at all,' Jack thought bitterly, frustration bubbling beneath his calm exterior. 'Erebus was right—he's actually bad luck. Even my life wasn't this cursed before... Was it?'

A faint headache brewed as Jack dwelled on his grim prospects, but he pushed it aside. Dwelling on his fate wouldn't change it.