After ducking through the pipe, the tunnel opened up. To her surprise, it was high enough for her to stand in. (Patreon)

She had no torch, so it was convenient that there was enough ambient light from the occasional holes in the tunnel’s ceiling. The disgusting slime made of various solids and liquids whose origins she didn’t want to contemplate luckily wasn’t even over the top of her leather boots. But the stench, there was no escaping that. In spite of this, she tried to keep her wits about her, and move forward stealthily.