Water was truly something to be feared—it gave life, but it took it just as easily. Slowly, inevitably, it broke down and corroded… everything. Even this wreckage must have once been a vibrant city. Now, it was merely a forgotten ruin, half-submerged in water.
Or perhaps most of it was submerged. The part they were standing on, deep in this bleak underground portion of the city, was merely the tip of the iceberg.
A flooded and dark ruin was already dangerous enough. Escaping from such a place was a hazard in itself, filled with unknown wreckage, unstable currents, and drowned pathways.
However, that wasn't even the main obstacle.
Most of the city's ancient residents had long since fallen to corruption—becoming hideous abominations that now called these dark, flooded ruins their home.
There were too many of them. Escape wasn't just dangerous—it was futile.
