The metallic clang of Zara’s boots echoed as she descended the rusted ladder into the unknown depths. Each step seemed to amplify the chilling hum that grew louder with every meter. Behind her, Callum, Mia, and Andre followed in tense silence, their flashlights illuminating the narrow shaft.
Finally, Zara reached the bottom and stepped into a dimly lit corridor. The air was damp and carried a metallic tang that made her stomach churn. The walls were lined with corroded pipes, some leaking a viscous, dark fluid. Strange symbols similar to those on the hatch were etched along the walls, glowing faintly.
“Feels like a tomb,” Mia muttered, her voice barely masking her unease.
“Stay close,” Zara ordered, drawing her twin blades. “We don’t know what’s down here, but we’re not leaving until we find answers.”