CLINK, CLANK—
Colin listened to the sounds coming from his own gear and the footsteps around him.
The stone-brick floor underfoot and the walls beside him were covered in cracks and moss. Every so often, ventilation shafts leading to unknown places would appear in the ceiling.
Although time had left its clear mark on these ancient structures, they also offered a glimpse into the prosperity of the Dwarf Clan that once lived here. An engineering project of this scale could only have been built with immense manpower and time.
But then again, wasn't the Shadow Anvil Clan supposed to live deeper Underground?
Colin carefully surveyed his surroundings.
The corridor was quite spacious, about three meters in both height and width.
