A ceiling with no pattern in sight, rough to the touch. Hardly any light came in, so it was hard to see what was even there.
I let out a sigh as I looked around the clammy air and the grimy surroundings.
Staring up at the stone ceiling, I thought:
“Ah… life.”
Why does it always end up like this. Nothing has ever gone smoothly.
Clack.
Pressure bit into my hands. Chains bound me as if I were trussed up.
I looked at them curtly and sighed.
“…Well, damn it…”
My quietly muttered words brushed the space. As if in reply, someone spoke to me.
“Are you all right?”
At the fresh voice, I lifted my head.
The Poison Phoenix stood there, looking at me with worried eyes.
“…Yes. I’m fine enough.”
It was stifling, sure. But at this level, I could manage.
“I’m sorry.”
The Poison Phoenix apologized. I tilted my head at that.
“Why are…