The concrete floor of Sub-Level 5 was entirely obscured by the catastrophic accumulation of biological waste.
Ren waded through the knee-deep mountain of shattered skeletons and half-dissolved mutant carcasses, his heavy combat boots effortlessly crushing a massive, bleached boar skull into jagged splinters with a sharp, sickening CRACK. The atmosphere inside the subterranean cavern was incredibly hostile. The ambient temperature hovered near a suffocating ninety-five degrees, fueled by the localized geothermal heat of the massive reactor and the sheer volume of decaying organic matter. The stagnant air was heavily saturated with the putrid, choking stench of concentrated stomach acid, rotting marrow, and the sharp, metallic ozone bleeding from the humming vibro-sword gripped tightly in his right hand.
