Chapter 145: The Fungal Abyss
The wind violently rushed past my heavy helmet as I plummeted into the absolute darkness.
The drop from Strata 4 was staggering. I fell for nearly a full minute, the sheer depth of the Great Iron Labyrinth revealing its true, terrifying scale.
I did not brace for the landing. I locked the hydraulic joints of my Ironclad armor.
CRASH.
I slammed into the floor of Strata 5 like a dropped anvil. The kinetic shockwave cracked the ground beneath me, sending up a thick cloud of dust.
Seconds later, heavy impacts echoed around me as the rest of the Pack landed.
Rolf hit the ground with a heavy, metallic thud, his silver armor absorbing the fall flawlessly. Kaelith landed without making a single sound, her boots barely disturbing the dust. Lysandra floated down on her maroon wings, gently setting Anise and Nyssa on the floor.
"Lysandra," Anise whispered, gripping her holy staff tightly in the pitch-black void. "We need light."
