Aura scurried through the pitch-black tunnel leading to and from the breeding pit's chamber, retracing her path back to the three-way split.
The weight of what they had just seen—the grotesque, ritualistic cycle of Abyssal evolution—hung over Kain and the others like a shroud of unease.
How many blue-grade spiritual creatures had they churned out over the years?
Moreover, how many similar breeding pits were there scattered across various relics and Abyssal entrances throughout the Empire?
They needed more information. Perhaps the center chamber could answer some of their questions.
The right hallway had been a nightmare of living flesh and tormented souls being helplessly fused into a gate.
The left hallway had been a horrifying forge of endless Abyssal warriors formed through cannibalism.
But the center hallway…
The center hallway was normal and quiet.
Too normal.
