Darkness completely enveloped the group as soon as they began descending deeper into the tunnels.
Far away from the noise of the black market. Far away from the shouting, the betting, and the homicidal orc grandmothers.
Now, only footsteps echoed against damp stone.
And the faint golden glow coming from Finn's lantern.
The fireflies inside the small lamp fluttered softly, casting long shadows over the dirt walls reinforced with old timber.
The entire path was marked with red lines painted across various points. Arrows. Symbols. Marks that probably only made sense to a mind as questionable as Finn's.
Max observed everything with renewed fascination.
'Okay, this is cool again.'
They were literally walking beneath the entire black market. As if a second city existed buried beneath the first.
Finn walked ahead with complete ease, as though he were strolling through his own back garden.
"What a disappointment," he commented suddenly.
Max raised an eyebrow.
"Hm?"
