Akira kept her eye pressed to the hole, surprised at what she was seeing.
It was a street. Or at least what had once been a street.
The stone paving was cracked from one side to the other, the breaks running in long uneven lines that had widened over time, some of them deep enough to swallow a boot.
The buildings on either side still stood, but their surfaces were worn and pitted.
All the details that made the rest of the Undercity look well constructed eroded here into something that just looked old and forgotten.
The streetlamps were the most telling. Several were dark entirely, their light sources long dead.
The ones that still functioned flickered in irregular intervals, the light cutting in and out without any discernable pattern.
This has the effect of throwing the cracked street into shadow and light every few seconds.
