Chapter 78 - Chapter 78: The Sight of Daylight

The rhythmic echoes of their footsteps against the metallic floor of the Exit Tunnel sounded like a funeral march for a past they were finally leaving behind. Each clank... clank... was a reminder of the weeks spent in the suffocating embrace of the dark, a cold and artificial world where the air was recycled and hope was a rare commodity. But as they progressed, that metallic resonance began to soften. The sharp, clinical strikes of boots on alloy were gradually replaced by the muted, organic thud of soles meeting damp earth and scattered shale.