We kept walking until we reached a dark part of Manhattan. I looked around and saw many people with hoodies and a lot of trash on the floor. I would’ve thrown it all away but you never know where stuff’s been. Chronos walked in front of me, peering around alleyways until he stopped at a really gross-looking one. Noah pinched his nose so he wouldn’t breathe in the nasty smell the alley emitted. I took shallow breaths and held onto the straps of my backpack tightly. Chronos led through a door in the back of a pub and waved us in.

“Are we allowed to be here?” I nervously sweat out. Chronos rolled his eyes and continued into the pub, opening doors left and right. The creaking of the hinges mixed in with our loud footsteps made me uneasy. Something isn’t right.

My thoughts were proven correct when a group of men stepped out from behind the door’s silhouette with foreign items in their grasps. But something told me I wouldn’t want to know what those mystery items were. Chronos yanked me forward into the doorway by the sleeves. He made a gesture to Noah to follow and a white light began to emanate from a window on the far left side of the small room we were in. I stepped closer and the light grew brighter, blinding, almost. I looked at Noah, an amazed expression was plastered on his face. I faced forward and what met my gaze was beautiful, vivid colors. Grass of the lushest green, trees as tall as skyscrapers, houses of gleaming white marble, people bustling about with baskets in hand. It truly was paradise. What really caught my eye wasn’t this, however, it was the roads. Worn quartz paths, winding a few miles into the distance. It looked... stunning. Such a beautiful place, ‘wonder what it’s called…

Yelling was the sound I heard as I was forced through the window. It didn’t feel like what you’d expect. It felt… unpleasant. Like a million microscopic hands were grabbing onto me, pulling me. It was such a sickening feeling, I felt like I was going to vomit.

A voice. In my head, guiding me to a place I’d never heard of. Not Chronos. This voice sounded different. Raspy, almost. Tower of Despair. Find what you seek there. His power creates a fuss. You must find Erebus. It is the only way...