Lind knew he was going in a circle after a time. He had been walking for a day but the floor never seemed to end! The tubes were far more numerous than he had imagined.
"Stacked like crates in my old world." Lind mumbled as he kept moving deeper into the center of the mountain. It was not just a floor but a ring within ring design. He had yet to find stairs or any incline up or down.
He knew they had to exist but there was nothing until at last he came to a wall. The metal path circled to the left and he could only follow it until he found a ramp down. The trail split around it so he assumed it would also lead upwards. He did not know which he wanted but down was best to try as he was near the base.
Days passed as he realized he was surrounded by nothing but lost souls. The Fiends were vicious monsters to all but at that moment, he saw them reduced to components. The Great One did not value his own race at all!
