Once, long ago, it had been an important part of the city's infrastructure—an intricate maze of tunnels that carried water and waste throughout the capital. But with the rise of magic, new purification systems and enchanted pipelines had replaced it.
Now, it was nothing more than a forgotten relic of the past.
The stone walls were damp and cracked, the air thick with moisture and decay.
The faint glow of our torches reflected off the murky water flowing beside the walkway, where the stench was strong enough to make breathing feel like a punishment.
And we weren't alone.
The place had long since become a haven for creatures that preferred the dark—gnolls, slimes, and other monsters that thrived in the filth and silence.
I wrinkled my nose, fighting the urge to cover it. "Ugh… I can't believe people actually worked down here once."
Berno glanced around cautiously, his hand never leaving the hilt of his sword. "They didn't have much of a choice back then."
