บท 190: Infectious Determination

"Doevm," a voice said, pulling Doevm out of his chasm of memories. He turned away from the broken bed. Everyone had finished scouring the building with nothing to show for it, so they went out the back. Past the sunken graveyard, whose headstones had been erased with time, was a mountain. Doevm held up the map and nodded. "We're here."

The side of the mountain was mostly overgrown with brownish-green vines and ancient trees. Roots stretched into the smallest cracks in the stone mountain. Everything was just how Doevm had remembered it; everything except for the holes. Some of the ancient trees had been ripped out, exposing dark, circular entrances, caves matching the description of Doevm's map. Glancing at the few trees at the base of the mountain, Doevm found fungi running down the decaying trunks.