The subway station they once knew had long vanished was replaced with something grotesque like stepping into a horror movie.
No rats or echoes like they usually saw. Only the sound of their boots squelching against the fleshy floor.
Minutes stretched on as they walked, but nothing changed.
The tunnel remained the same. It was still looked like long, straight walls lined with glowing crystal veins and grotesque pulsing muscle fibers.
It was unnervingly endless, like the world itself had been rewritten completely in this station.
Victor frowned, his grip tightening on the hilt of his knife.
"This tunnel's too perfect and too straight. I don't see any other branching tunnel anywhere else besides the straight line. This doesn't feel like a station anymore."
Myles's eyes narrowed. His instincts screamed the same warning.
It was clear now that this was no longer the ruins of a subway. It was something else entirely brought by the Etherfall.
