After encountering the first trap, the four of them—Rama, Shoji, Axel, and the ever-alert Astralhound EvLat—moved forward with heightened caution. The rusted ceiling blades had made one thing clear: this place was no ordinary sewer. Every step forward now carried the weight of suspicion, and their senses sharpened with fear of more danger.
The oppressive silence was broken five minutes later when the walls around them began to hiss.
A faint green mist seeped out from narrow slits in the stone, swirling unnaturally through the air.
"Run!" Rama shouted.
Without hesitation, they dashed forward. Thei boots slamming against the damp floor as the green smoke thickened behind them.
"This keeps getting worse!" Axel growled. "What the hell are we gonna find at the end of this tunnel?"
Rama didn't answer. Neither did Shoji. But the same question burned in their minds. If the traps were this deadly already, what horrors waited at the end of the line?
