The tunnels breathed, man. You could feel it in the damp air, the way the dust shifted with every subtle current. Or maybe that was just the girl, Eira. Each shallow inhale she took echoed back off the stone, like the damn earth was whispering secrets only she could hear. Spooky, right?

Ryker, he was point man, as always. Rifle up, moving like a ghost on those worn boots of his. This passage? Twisted and turned like the guts of some ancient beast, each step taking us deeper into the belly of Drenai’s ruins. Used to be escape routes for the workers, he said. Now? Graveyards. Collapsed sections, rusted-out gear, and that smell… mold and time, thick in the air.