1742 The Hundredth Floor. V

Hours flowed by akin to the desolate murky river within the hundredth-floor and before long more than ten squads had met their fate...

This was a huge number considering that the teams were at the foothold of the floor and were still a distance away from the entrance.

Fortunately, with so many beams fired in the past hours, the massive Eye began to droop, its relentless surveillance finally showing signs of wear.

With a slow, almost reluctant motion, the eye closed.

The ominous red hue that had bathed the entire floor began to fade, lifting the oppressive atmosphere at last.

Across the landscape, a collective sigh of relief swept through the ranks of squads, feeling like they had been given another chance at life.

"Let's get going, we need to cover as much distance as possible before the night cycle comes again." Commander Bia ordered with a stern tone.