The ground trembled beneath the relentless force of the drills, sending vibrations up Ethan's legs as he watched the excavation continue.
There was something about watching them work that sent a chill down his spine, he couldn't quite place it.
The dust in the air had thickened, turning the morning haze into something heavier, something that clung to the skin and settled in the throat.
The steady hum of machinery droned on, punctuated by the occasional shout from one of the workers as they coordinated the deepening of the site.
So far, so good.
The excavation was going well.
Ethan lifted his hoodie slightly over his nose, shielding himself from the worst of the dust as he stepped closer to where the foreman stood, overseeing the operation with sharp, experienced eyes.
The older man had his arms crossed, his thick boots planted firmly in the loose dirt, unaffected by the chaos unfolding around him.