He’d mastered the equation, had returned to the realm of the dead without the aid of the technological trappings even Level I Whisks relied upon, and walked into the place as if it were nothing more than a local pub. He knew that confidence bordering on arrogance would expose him to the denizens of this world, but he didn’t care. In fact, that was precisely what he wanted. “Lewis!” He swaggered like a returning champion, his challenge echoing through the corridors and halls. “Show yourself, old man! Come take my eye…if you can.” When he’d reentered the castle, Chuck had made his way to the tower he’d entered the first time he set foot in the castle. From there, he’d followed the sounds of suffering, ascending the stairs at a steady pace, and knocking torches from the wall as he passed. He knew the flames could never burn through the cobbled floors, but these small acts of defiance bolstered an already inflated sense of invulnerability. He didn’t fear the shadows or anything that lurked within them; his love for Lydia burned away any doubts he once may have harbored and would serve as his armaments in this land of evil.
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