Chương 318: 318

Outside, the faint traces of ratmen civilization started to emerge from the darkness. The air was thicker here, musty and heavy with the weight of stone and earth pressing down from above. The ratmen had carved out small, makeshift homes and workshops into the tunnel walls. Pipes, made from metal scraps, weaved through the stone like veins, carrying heated steam to warm their living spaces and power their crude inventions.