The trek through the city continued, the sun rising higher and higher until it reached noon. Yet it didn't feel like they had traveled very far—and there were reasons for that.
Well, many factors, actually. The terrain of the ruined city was more dangerous than even the gutter they'd crawled through before.
Compared to what they were facing now, the city outskirts were paradise.
Strange anomalies, dangerous fauna, unusual voices, and lingering, broken spaces with chaotic rifts.
They just had to be careful; as long as they persevered, they would return home eventually.
The strength of the monsters kept rising. Huge titans moved between buildings—some horrifying, some just plain malicious—so they had to navigate through territory infested with weaker creatures instead.
It was a massive detour… one that could hardly be called uneventful. The closest waypoint wasn't far, but factoring in the dangers ahead?
