The downward-winding passage grew deeper as we walked, and after at least six turns, I concluded that the chief engineer responsible for designing the Olympus base must have been either a termite or a mouse in his past life—just look at this hole!
Of course, this path was not peaceful either. We came across countless Olympus members lying in sundry positions on the ground. These people were clearly the elite members who were stationed in the main base, a fact evident from the dense scars on the walls around them. Without the strength of a little monster, who could practice their carving skills on this high-strength alloy?
