In a pitch-dark tunnel,
Dozens of Vellante soldiers, dressed in protective suits and wielding flashlights, carefully searched every shadowy corner as they cautiously pushed forward.
The air was stiflingly oppressive, as if the darkness concealed covetous eyes...the covetousness of the dead toward the living.
Because the space was so quiet, every little noise seemed jarringly out of place, which made everyone consciously or unconsciously reduce their interactions, speaking to one another only when necessary.
An hour had passed since Favri and his thousand-strong team had discovered this tunnel. The exploration team had been searching the ruins for a full hour as well.
Yet, they still hadn't reached the end of the tunnel, causing many to uncontrollably start to doubt whether they were walking in circles.
It was no wonder they felt that way.
After all, the tunnel seemed as endless as a black hole.
The deeper they ventured, the stronger the uneasy feeling grew in their hearts.
