Chapter 99 The Delusional Seclusion

• Arthur’s POV
• I climb my way out of Noah’s dungeon. I take in a deep breath of fresh air and only for a moment are my senses cleared. The fresh scent of pine from the trees replaces the smell of metallic blood clogging my nostrils.
• I shake my head in hopes to clear my vision, but the sun is throwing off my focus. I can’t seem to see straight and my skin is prickling beneath the warm rays, as if overly aware of each sun beam.