From Finn's very logical—well, obvious—guess, they were deeper underground now. Not great for them. Judging by the whirlpool earlier and the fact they hadn't fallen too far, they were probably somewhere under the city.
They began moving through the strange cavern, Finn still catching his breath after dealing with those creatures. The unease set in almost immediately.
Something about this place felt wrong. Not just creepy—it was off. The air hung heavy with a damp, sour smell, like forgotten leftovers rotting in a dungeon fridge. Every drip of water echoed weirdly, bouncing off unseen walls, making it impossible to tell what lurked nearby.
Why was there even a place like this down here, completely separate from the abandoned buildings above? The walls weren't stone, exactly—more like thick, fleshy membranes that pulsed softly, as if the cavern itself were breathing. Finn's skin crawled just thinking about it.
