The gap was only a fist wide, and a faint current of air was seeping through.
"Is this the end of the line? Or is it a dead end?"
Bronson asked, panting. A scholar's Constitution was the least suited for this kind of environment.
Duraga leaned into the gap and examined it closely. He then used the back of his War Axe to gently tap the surrounding rock strata, concentrating as he listened for the echo.
"No, it's empty behind it, and the space isn't small. But this layer of rock... it's not entirely natural. Something's been mixed in, and it's hard as hell. A Ratman's claws wouldn't be able to chew through this stuff."
"It might be reinforcing slurry that accidentally seeped in when they built that godforsaken place below, or maybe someone sealed it up on purpose later."
He spat, but his eyes showed no sign of frustration.
