Chapter 68

Obsidian was breathing heavily in the silence. The handcar never moved, but there was a low gust of wind coming from the deep center of whatever this area was. I began to realize that everything beneath Titan, Raven Hills, in fact, all the compounds, was a series of tunnels. A call back to the popular architecture of the time. Back then humans believed the sun would grow too hot and burn us all. So underground life seemed like a simple solution. Till we slowly realized that even geniuses can be wrong.

I pressed the latch again, and again we didn't move. On the ceiling I noticed a long insect's shadow crawling on the ceiling, headed in the direction I wished to be going. Obsidian finally sat up and took a look around.

"Normally, under any other circumstance, I would ask about the man with the all black skin and no eyeballs, but," Obsidian said.

"But."