The sound of metallic feet crunching on loose stone echoed
into the darkness, a low hum from the omnispex carried in the hands of a ranger
the only other sound. Eyes of crimson glowed and observed the details of the
caverns the Skitarii stalked. The sight they took in would have driven most
insane, but the parts of the brain that would have harboured such fear had been
removed from them many years ago.
A mass of organic matter had been grafted and stitched into
the walls. Investigations revealed that what ever it was, had been human at
some point. It had stretched out a mile behind them, and continued on into the
darkness an unknowable distance ahead. Faces were contorted in anguish and
bones splintered out, dripping with yellow bile. The stench of death and decay
hung low and heavy in the air. Scarred and branded along the puffy pallid flesh
was evidence of who they once were. The symbols of the Mortenok Pandemica was
known to the Rangers. They had been witness to the vile horror the Pandemica
was unleashing upon Krillion.
Suddenly a sound broke out into the near silence, like a
dagger piercing skin, it cut into the cold darkness. They turned around quickly
and looked at the source of the noise. A rotten head stitched into the wall
screeched out one word. Then! Another and another! Multiple mouthes of the
bloated mass hissed and shrieked that word, no, not a word. A name! A name
whose mere utterance churned the fetid air, the name made the bits of flesh the
Skitarii had left itch, and organs churn and ache. The sickening name rang out
again and again. The taste of doom leaked out of it.
"SSSSSSAAAAARRRRCCCOOOMMAAAAAA!!!!!"
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