Heavy footsteps resounded through the dark depths, with self-illuminating sparks of light trailing the group, they could at least retain their sight in the absolute darkness.
The atmosphere was stifling and filled with toxic gasses, strong enough to corrode metals and weak items.
Fortunately the group's battle suits, the Gordon 342, seemed to be holding up pretty well.
Seth led from the forefront, with stronger members of the divisions trailing his steps; growling sounds echoed through the dark narrow path.
Threading through silently, following the radar navigation system, before finally coming before a wall.
The entire division was stretched through the narrow tunnel, all equipped with appropriate equipment to make their travel faster.
So even when Seth held his hands up to signal the group to halt, it was only natural not everyone caught the signal.
Causing a small bit of chaos from behind, while Seth focused on examining their so-called dead end.
