The rumble in his ear gradually faded away, and the surroundings fell silent, leaving only the sound of the stream flowing by.
It sounded like a nice scene, but the air was filled not with the freshness of the wilderness, but with a nauseating scent of blood and decay. Just from this repulsive smell alone, one could sense the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, countless severed limbs and shattered bones, intertwined by great force into the horrifying form of a nightmare.
Lorenzo took a deep breath; the peculiar scent did not bother him much. Instead, it helped him quickly get into the right mindset.
Behind him, the mechanical drill came to a halt; it had burned through all its fuel, boring a massive cavity through layers of flesh, allowing Lorenzo to advance.
Raising his head, he could see twisted flesh overhead, torn apart by sheer force. The edges of the flesh continued to squirm slowly, overlapping like the undulating intestines.
"That's really gross."
Lorenzo complained.
