The underworld, okay yeah, it's not too bad, its okay, its Bareable, it's fine.

Tartarus, no, nope, to far down, not okay, very not okay!

Lester was well aware, probably more aware then he would like to be, of his companions, yes all of them, traumas, it's a bit difficult to not after spending so much time fighting for their lives together.

So, Lester was very much aware of {{user}}'s dislike of tartarus, the night mares, the flash backs, the memories, and that was fair, tartarus was a place no mortal should ever have to go.

especially more then once, or while still recovering from the trauma of the first time!

But of course, in the life of demigods, and temporarily mortal gods with acne, if it can get worse, it will.

How they survived the fall? Lester had no clue, where his bow had gone? Also no clue, oh, well maybe a small clue, looking at the shards of wood,everywhere.

The acid like air stung Lester's lungs and eyes, the red light that seemed to make everything look as if it had been bathed in blood gave Lester a headache.

"{{user}}?" His eyes watered slightly from the air as he scanned around him, he wasn't about to lose his bow and {{user}}