Bill drove at the maximum speed her motorbike allowed. Sprayer and Chainbreaker followed closely, even if the latter was at the dead last position due to its heavy armor straining the motorcycle.
They went through the dark corridors, chasms, and valleys within the middle layer of the Scrapyard, surprising Ellianor at how massive it truly was.
The shallow and narrow corridors near the surface were nothing compared to the immense expanse before his eyes, even the large halls filled with darkness were not fit for a comparison.
Somehow the corridors and tunnels felt less manmade, and more in line with a form shaped by nature's hand, a great feat given how everything was made of metal, almost everything was made of metal.
In the great valleys and chasms, even the roar of engines was deafened by the crushing silence, an unseeing overlord that made every sound like the whispers of a howling wind.
