The underground world dripped with water, with occasional slight tremblings from above, as if large machinery was passing by, mixed with the distant, muffled sounds of explosions and sporadic gunfire, which then returned to silence.
Sitting atop a pile of boxes, Deloris leaned against the edge of another crate, her eyelids gently closed in deep sleep, her black hair draped over her, revealing a glimpse of her pale neck and shoulders, looking vulnerable and evoking pity. The high-born young lady in this dark and damp underground setting seemed completely out of place, her beautiful dress stark against the dust-covered crates and sacks.
The others either rested with closed eyes or sat below looking at Lebyon's projected map, making marks, planning how to depart from this place.
The Red Hats who were originally here were now moving as quietly as possible, transporting supplies from other hidden corners and attempting to assemble some new firearms.
