Utilizing her goggle’s night-vision feature, Arsenelle navigates the deserted pitch-black cavern. With just a twitch of her eye, she flips over to infra-red vision, but only registers the heat signatures of the very active vermin community that call this tunnel home.

She gags, suddenly hit hard by a sulfuric stench so much worse than the other putrid smells down here. She quickly taps along the side of her head gear nearest her ear. A thin transparent shield slides out from beneath her mask and covers her nose and mouth. Now breathing in some filtered, less pungent air, she continues on her trek.