A damp aura lingered in the pitch-black sewer, with faint moss on the walls appearing intermittently in the weak light, refracting an ominous greasy sheen.
The rubber soles of military boots kissed the moist ground, emitting a slight creaking sound reminiscent of rodents gnawing.
Meanwhile, this seemed to be the only sound echoing through the entire sewer.
This was the sewer beneath Street No. 17 in Yavente City.
Got to admit, the Vellante people truly have a knack for city construction.
Although the maintenance of Yavente City's infrastructure has almost come to a halt due to the war, the drainage system still operates well, with sewage steadily running under the river warning line without flooding onto the walkways.
However, even so, the situation here can't exactly be described as optimistic.
