Story 456: The Subterranean Threshold

The tunnel's descent grew steeper with every step, and the faint, pulsating light ahead took on an unnatural rhythm, casting eerie shadows that danced on the damp stone walls. The sound of the trickling water had grown to a steady flow, echoing ominously in the confined space.

Rook led the way, his rifle held steady, eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of movement. Behind him, Ghost moved like a shadow, his silenced pistol at the ready. Shadow brought up the rear, her sniper rifle slung over her back as her sharp eyes took in every detail of the surroundings.

“Whatever’s ahead,” Viper murmured, her voice barely audible, “it’s not welcoming.”