The walls were riddled with cracks, and even sewage seeped out, pooling into small puddles, dripping incessantly, flowing along with the excess into hastily dug drainage channels.
They moved forward several hundred meters, covering each other.
The terrible road conditions improved.
A complete and solid corridor appeared before them, but it was bent at least twenty degrees, resembling a twisted drill bit with several fractures running through it vertically.
Whoosh, rumble——
The sound of water became clearer from above.
In theory, they had already walked beneath the water.
John and Alonna navigated around temporary supports, following the fresh wreckage inward— the internal paths branched out extensively, with some tunnels even connecting to other structures in Silver Port.
Bang, bang bang!
Alonna fired first.
Two Exiles who popped out of nowhere fell to the ground.
The shell casings clattered crisply to the ground, the echoes spreading down the corridor into deeper shadows.
