The dark, damp sewers were filled with the mixed stench of various gases.
Methane from microbial fermentation, the rotten egg smell of sulfur compounds, low oxygen content—normal people would find it difficult to breathe in such conditions, and staying here too long could result in toxic suffocation.
But for those with artificial lungs, such as cyborgs, it was still within their tolerance level, though the smell was unbearable.
For players equipped with artificial lungs, it was all minor issues.
The Wildman squad had been exploring for over six hours; they had split up with the other two squads at a fork in the road long ago and hadn't seen any lights since. Without comparing their map, they would have no idea where they were or how to get back.
The spotlight above their heads pierced the darkness like a sword, constantly scanning the pitch-black walls around them, while their calves were submerged directly in the swamp-like black water.
