The tunnel was barely wide enough for one person. The walls were raw mud, scored with deep gouges where something massive had clawed its way through. The ceiling was low, pressing down and making every breath feel shallow and tight.
Renna hated it instantly.
"No. No no no. I don't do underground. I don't do small spaces. I don't do things with too many legs in the dark."
"You're Rank 2 now," Emric said from behind her. "Your physical capabilities exceed every creature in this tunnel."
"My brain doesn't care! It still hates holes!"
Holden dropped through first. The tunnel stretched in both directions, dark and curving. The scratching sound was louder here, closer. He could feel it in his chest.
squelch.
The mud grabbed at his ankles. The air was thick, wet, and freezing cold compared to the surface, while water dripped from the ceiling in steady drops.
plink. plink. plink.
Maeve's voice came through the earpiece, muffled as the rock and mud interfered with the signal.
