With a forty-foot abomination made of corpses speeding at you from the front, and another one from the back, with a couple dozen gray humanoid foot soldiers thrown in for good measure, sprinting ahead of the approaching giants.
With barely a second to consider your options, you end up shouting, “Crush those bars! We’re going below!”
“WHAT!?” the succubus turns to you in anger.
“Ew, no!” Rosetta protests in the same second, along with your succubus half-sister.
However Gorrazsh did not have to be told twice. Neither does Elza. She instantly unleashes a freezing ray from her hands at the bars in the stone road. The bars freeze over and cover in a layer of snow-white ice. Gorrazsh jumps up and lands on the bars with both his fists, shattering them to tiny pieces.
“Go!” the orc shouts while standing over the hole that looks like it can actually fit him too. He pulls out his swords and turns to face the approaching ash creatures to hold them off.
“Move it people!” you shout at your party as the ground trembles from the approaching corpse giants. Then you summon Priscilla, point at the approaching ash creatures, and command, “Slow those things down!”
Hearing your order, Alpha is the first to jump down. Elza follows next. With an audible sigh that is closer to a groan, Rosetta puts her claymore back on her back and jumps into the hole. Then Epsilon. Meanwhile, Priscilla snipes the ash-creatures one by one, gluing them to the road mid-sprints, forcing them to slam into the stone pavement face-first, due to their own momentum.
“Go,” you tap Gorrazsh on the back. He goes down—that’s when you notice there is also a straight ladder to climb down the hole—shifting his shoulders to squeeze in. You motion your sister to follow.
“I am NOT getting into that!” Eisheth shouts and instead of jumping down the hole, spreads her wings and flies into the air, aiming for the top of the walls.
“Eisheth!” you scream, but then you see the ash creatures, coming from the lower level, mere feet away from the gates. You grab the ladder and hurry down, leaving the spider behind to delay them for a couple more precious seconds. When you look up, you see countless black projectiles flying at the succubus before an ash creature jumps in your face through the hole with a low pitched hiss. It reaches for you with its gray, nail-less fingers and falls on top of you, knocking you off the ladder, sending you flying on top of Gorrazsh. All three of you fall into a thick, slimy liquid with the sound of spoiled food poured down the toilet.
“GAH!” You re-emerge out of the brownish consistency, gasping for air and spitting out the foul consistency out of your mind. Even the tunnels tremble from the giants on the surface.
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You hear a single swing and slice, followed by a small object falling into the liquid you’re sitting in. With one barely clean eye, you can tell that Rosetta swiftly beheaded the ash creature. Its motionless body soon follows its head into the liquid.
With your rush of adrenaline subsiding by at least one percent you are hit with an overwhelmingly revulsive smell of diarrhea, vomit, rot, and mold. The taste in your mouth is beyond description. Spoiled milk would taste like heaven in comparison.
“I—HUUURGHL” you barely get out a letter before the contents of your stomach violently leave their residence through your throat and mouth. Your puking session is joined by Gorrazsh and, as you later find out, Elza.
When there is nothing left in your stomach to eject, you wipe your face as best you can with the few clean spots of cloth you manage to find on your body. You notice the trembling stopped. You look at your party.
The giant green orc Gorrazsh has found himself in a tunnel that is of nearly the perfect height and width to be his coffin. And right now he looks like he belongs in one too. The orc has an expression on his expression that is way past regret of coming to this place, and closer to an apathetic, sickly expression of a man waiting for someone to end his suffering.
For a brief moment, you lock eyes with Elza who weakly leans against the brick wall of the slightly oval tunnel. Her skin color now bears a closer resemblance to Gorrazsh’s than a human’s. She then jerks and leans forward, painfully coughing up hardly anything more than air.
The bunny girl Alpha is also paler than usual. She shows surprising calm at the surrounding circumstance and the fact that most of her body is covered in what can only be described as liquid shit.
The only ones who seem barely affected at all are the other bunny girl, Epsilon, and your new adventuring companion, Rosetta. Rosetta is clearly disgusted about her current situation, but through sheer will, or perhaps some other methods, resists this place’s attack on the senses. Epsilon looks outright enraged that she’s in this place.
Then the tunnels tremble again, with a force stronger than ever before. The source is the dark hole above your heads with a metal ladder leading to the top. Down that hole several meaty, bloody corpses fall and splash into the cesspool that you’ve found yourselves in, covering mostly Gorrazsh with another layer of this sickening substance.
When the creatures rise to the surface, Rosetta is already ready to hack them to pieces.
“We need to move,” Elza says and wipes her face with the back of her sleeve.