Kael stepped forward, supporting the bottom of the backpack with one hand to help Pike steady himself.
He was usually very strict with this little follower, but at this moment he showed a rare hint of concern:
"Walk slower, watch your step."
After he finished speaking, he himself picked up a bag of beast meat weighing as much as two hundred kilograms and carried it steadily on his shoulder.
Once everything was sorted, the group proceeded along the dark tunnel, heading deeper into the subway station.
The air here was extremely hazy, filled with a heavy scent of rust and the musty smell of never seeing daylight.
The tracks beneath their feet were already terribly corroded, and most of the sleepers had decayed and turned black, making them somewhat soft and slippery to step on.
The flashlight's beam swept through, causing a few fat rats to scurry away in panic among the gaps covered in luminescent moss.
