"You need to do as you're commanded," the kapetan ordered.
For a moment, the mutiny fever was in the air. Rorj remained silent, Baines his copy. Cleye's trigger finger itched. If it came to that, he'd be on the master-at-arms side without hesitation--this what not a place he could tolerate to remain in.
"The rat's final trick is played," Greensworth drew out a stone from the wall, and pale light shone through.
The kapetan lifted his grand rifle and raised two fingers, "Breach and clear. Shoot to kill." They positioned themselves along the border, pairs parallel. Disciple fired off twin compression missiles, and the wall broke in an avalanche of earth and stone. A dangerous choice, risking a cave collapse, but Baines was relentless. The golem charged in, and sent flares in a thousand directions to blind the enemy. The four followed hindmost with aim and all. Cleye's heart pounded with such ferocity it felt wont to burst from his chest. What would be there, what would he see? His eyes were fixed through his rifle's glowing scope, and figures and lights on the inside of his visor shot waves of numbers in his sight.
No deserters awaited them. The flare smoke drew to the ceiling like ghost fog. It was, suffice to say, a cavern of tremendous volume, stretching what seemed forever. Walls on either side felt so distant. Light poured in from a thousand directions. Blinding, almost. The air tasted of metal.
It had the faint appearance of a tree. Roots coiled and twisted and twined from its ancient, black trunk. From the ceiling it came, the shining light above, a godsent. So many, every wall had one, and the flooring was dominated by the coilings roots surging up like curling black snakes. It glowed a brilliant green, a plague color. A sound came from it, a fluctuating bellow that accompanied the flicker of this ghastly green. Something felt alive, something was stirred.
"Lord's sake..." Rorj's voice trailed off in the vastness. B
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