[SYSTEM OBSERVATION LOG]
The system registered a subtle change in its own awareness and continued its watch.
The sewer through one fracture was ancient. The stone walls wept with moisture that had carved shallow lines through rock over uncounted years. The ceiling hung low, confident in its place, never once challenged to be anything other than what it was.
Dark water moved through the channel below.
It flowed with slow determination, water that knew it had somewhere to go and did not particularly care what lay in its path.
There were things in that water.
Bodies, mostly face down, drifting without motion. They bore the stillness of things that had come here unwillingly. Deposited, much like the fragments of the heavy one's body had been scattered into this channel when the chamber shattered and sent them down through the dark.
They floated with the calm of objects whose journeys had simply stopped.
Yet the heavy one's head moved forward.
This required consideration.
