The gate of bone didn't just open—it peeled. Each rib of it unlatched like fingers stretching after too long clenched, exposing a yawning darkness beyond. The air that came through wasn't just stale—it was alive, saturated with the musk of old webs and the metallic tang of ancient blood.
Allen stepped through first, his cock still glistening from the Broodpit's chaos, his chest still slick with sweat and faint streaks of silk. Fina padded after him, rubbing her thighs together without shame. Rinni clung to his arm, eyes darting to every movement in the shadows, and Syza trailed behind, trembling—not from fear, but from the raw hunger written all over her face.
The tunnel was narrow, forcing them to brush against the walls. And the walls… they pulsed. Threads ran along them like veins, glowing faintly, pulsing in rhythm with Allen's heartbeat as if the Hollow itself was syncing to him.
