Ethan and Daniel stepped into the tunnel, their boots sinking slightly into the muck that coated the uneven ground. Each footfall gave a wet squelch, a sound that echoed with nauseating clarity in the tight space. The air was oppressive, thick with the pungent stench of rot. It clung to them like invisible mold—heavy, sour, and ancient.
The walls were slick with layers of oozing green mold, veined with lines of glowing yellow fungus. The entire corridor pulsed faintly, as if the ruin itself had a heartbeat. Spidery webs of organic growth clung to the ceiling, swaying gently as if stirred by some unseen breath. Strange translucent amoebas pulsed along the stone surfaces—each one twitching, shivering when the two men drew close.
