[In The Cave.]
The air was thick with the metallic scent of fresh blood and damp earth. Stalactites hung like jagged teeth from the ceiling, dripping cold moisture onto the rocky floor.
'I can't believe I am doing this with Super Assassin! I can't believe it!' Yang Tang thought, staring at Carl's back, as they ran deeper into the cave. To any ordinary player in Galaxy Fall, Carl was a myth, a ghost who shaped the world from the shadows. Yet here Yang Tang was, matching footsteps with the legend himself, feeling the oppressive weight of the cave pressing in on them.
WHOOSH!
A sudden draft of displaced air rushed past them, carrying an unnatural chill.
"....?!"
Carl frowned, coming to a stop, the four behind him followed, moving their gazes around the dark cave, staring at the remains of wolves. Their eyes adjusted to the gloom, revealing a massacre that defied standard logic.
