Ex-Hunter District, Bitter Maja
The mana lamps lining the corridors of this outermost district no longer shone with their former brilliance. Most of the light glands had decayed, leaving behind only a pale, sickly green flicker that pulsed like a dying breath. Gray dust, an inch thick, carpeted the stone floors that had once been perpetually slick with the fresh blood of the hunt.
There were no more cheers of celebration, no more rhythmic clinking of blades being sharpened. The absolute silence pressing against the ears was broken only by the steady drip of groundwater—tap... tap... tap...—falling from the cavern roof, echoing the hollow emptiness of a burrow labyrinth that had long since perished.
