They walked in one after the other, into the secret warehouse that had been forcibly opened.
A completely different air instantly filled their lungs.
No longer the natural scent of minerals and dust that had mingled for millions of years in the cave, but a smell full of something exceptionally unpleasant.
The odor of metal slowly oxidizing, mixed with calcium chloride used for moisture prevention.
The warehouse interior was small, about ten square meters, like a standard concrete box. The walls and floor had been professionally treated for moisture, painted with a layer of dark green waterproof paint that had long since peeled off.
In the bright beams of their headlamps, the scene inside the warehouse was fully visible, like an oil painting frozen at a certain historical moment.
"Looks like... we arrived too late." Riven's voice sounded somewhat muffled in the confined space. She shone her flashlight towards the left corner of the warehouse.
