The sight that greeted him was nothing short of bizarre. His friends were standing amidst a graveyard of Fog Seekers; by his quick mental tally of the many grey-coded bodies, they must have repelled a wave of close to four hundred monsters. But the carnage wasn't the source of his shock. It was the area itself.
Stretching away from their central area like a long, lit-up umbilical cord was a narrow, tunnel-shaped pathway cutting deep into the black fog from one side. It stretched far enough for him not to see its end! It was a corridor of forced light, built with an exorbitant amount of cores, with no clear purpose in his mind.
"You came back!"
The relief in their voices was palpable. Four pairs of eyes, bloodshot and heavy with exhaustion, fixed on him. They looked as if they had been through a meat grinder, their gear battered and their faces smeared with the black bloodied residue of the Fog Seekers.
"How did it go?" Luke asked, leaning heavily on his club.
