The elevator descended slowly, and in the stifling, enclosed space, the only sound was the ragged breathing of a group of mercenaries.
All of them were on high alert, guns pointed at the elevator doors.
Ding!
As the elevator reached the bottom floor, the moment the doors opened, a fishy and foul stench was the first to invade their nostrils.
"Advance in a search formation."
Marco made a gesture, and the team filed out in an expedited CQB tactical formation, searching as they moved forward.
As the group delved deeper, the fishy smell became even stronger, accompanied by the bizarre hisses and groans that accompanied a terrifying scene unfolding before them.
The ground was piled with all kinds of rocks, and the walls were covered with moss growing from a mass of rot-flesh fungi, the moss taking the place of soil, upon which many nauseating and frightening plants and trees grew.
