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The floor was teeming with mercenaries, bathed in the glow of exploration lights that illuminated every space.
With the brilliance above their heads, these mercenaries flowed through every corner of the building like water.
One by one, makeshift and crude lamps were erected in the dark spaces.
These lamps were devices made of a combination of the mercenaries' exploration lights and flashlights, propped up by the surrounding scrap rebar and wooden sticks.
Although such a contraption was rudimentary, it still cast light in all directions, dispelling the murky darkness and illuminating the ground covered in mud and filth.
Under the shine of these lights, it seemed as if no shadow could hide.
The mercenaries, passing by these bright lamps, found their courage bolstered and their pervasive fear dissipated by the light and comrades by their side.
The officer stood in the expansive hall near the staircase, observing everything around him.