The stench hit first, a bird with many different carving in it's flesh, entered a cave for the hundredth time this week.
Light around it bent away, preventing anyone to see it. As such to the eye, it was an invisible thing of existence.
And yet, all five senses were ever present into its being, as through this bird Adam experience the horrific stench of the world around him.
He smelled rotten sweat.
Age blood.
And iron dust caked in the folds of malnourished flesh. A dozen flavors of rot, all fused under the choking ceiling of the cave.
Beneath the wide Ridge, an open wound carved into the earth of the Monster World, lay a massive diggeryard. A subterranean network of tunnels so deep, they burrowed into the very arteries of the earth.
Some where miles deep, other where but a couple hundred meters down and led to a dead end.
Chains rattled loudly as human men and women, stripped to bone and bruises, shuffled along in lines, pickaxes dragging behind them.
