Finn finally squeezed out of the narrow tunnel—and froze.
Civilization.
Or at least, what used to be. The chamber ahead was small compared to the last one, but it had the unsettling look of a ghost town.
A pool of faintly glowing, sky-blue slime water sat in the center like some cursed wishing well. To the left, a raised platform overlooked the chamber. And scattered around were the remnants of buildings—still standing, but warped and crumbling, like they'd been forgotten for centuries.
The roofs looked like they were made from stretched centipede hide, and the walls were smooth clay, some still intact, others half-collapsed. Some houses looked like they could fall apart if you breathed too hard, others like they were frozen in time.
Seraphina stepped up beside him, her wide eyes darting around. "What is this place?"
"I don't know," Finn muttered. "But if I had to guess, some absolute geniuses decided it'd be a great idea to live in this underground hellhole."
