The walls are stone, and damp with residue. Somewhere off in the distance, Pheres can hear the sound of water roaring, but it's hard to tell exactly where it's coming from: every surface, save the walkway he is on, is rounded.
He feels like he's walking through some vast, stone creature's intestine. Pheres suspects he's walking in a fucking sewer, but no, no, he's not going to think about that. Sewers are a vestige of disease, and misfortune, and feral trolls who'll slit your throat and wear your skin.
(Don't think about that. He didn't survive drones just to get eaten by some frothing lunatic.)
"Hinnom," he calls out again, rounding the corner, and the sound of his voice echoing back sets his teeth on edge. Everything here is setting off that reaction, to be honest. What he'd thought were lights from above are actually just lightgrubs nestled into the high dome of the ceiling, their flourescent bodies flickering as they feed on whatever is up there.
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He feels like he's walking through some vast, stone creature's intestine. Pheres suspects he's walking in a fucking sewer, but no, no, he's not going to think about that. Sewers are a vestige of disease, and misfortune, and feral trolls who'll slit your throat and wear your skin.
(Don't think about that. He didn't survive drones just to get eaten by some frothing lunatic.)
"Hinnom," he calls out again, rounding the corner, and the sound of his voice echoing back sets his teeth on edge. Everything here is setting off that reaction, to be honest. What he'd thought were lights from above are actually just lightgrubs nestled into the high dome of the ceiling, their flourescent bodies flickering as they feed on whatever is up there.
Algae? Mold?
How fucking far underground are they?