The entrance to the Deep Miners' outpost breathed cool, damp air that smelled intensely of wet stone, crushed minerals, and something ancient, almost primordial—the deep lung-breath of the mountain itself. It was a stark, immediate contrast to the crisp, pine-scented autumn air of the valley slope they'd just left behind.

Thorsten ducked instinctively as he passed under the low lintel, his broad shoulders brushing the rough-hewn timber frame that marked the transition from the world of sun and sky to the realm of stone and shadow. Inside, the fungal light cast by Lilin's carefully cultivated patches painted the vast cavern walls in shifting, ethereal hues of pale green and ghostly blue, illuminating the determined, grime-streaked faces of his small, specialized company.

Reo stood slightly apart, already seemingly more at home in the subterranean gloom, his lithe form blending with the shadows near the tunnel mouth. He was sniffing the enclosed air, his head tilted, his sensitive feline ears twitching constantly, catching the subtle echoes and whispers of the deep earth that Thorsten, with his human senses, couldn't hope to discern.

Halvar and Sten, stoic as the mountains themselves, checked the straps securing their heavy bearded axes to their backs, their movements economical, practiced, betraying no hint of apprehension about the task ahead.

Opposite them, Evelyne and Orin were performing last-minute, intricate checks on their peculiar, almost alien contraptions, surrounded by padded cases and devices that hummed and clicked with contained energy.

Evelyne, surprisingly practical and focused in sturdy leather trousers and a reinforced tunic beneath her protective over-vest, adjusted a multifaceted lens on one of her hovering Scarab drones, murmuring technical specifications and quiet encouragements to it like endearments whispered to a favored hawk.

Orin, meanwhile, meticulously polished the central crystal focus of his spectral analyzer with a soft, lint-free cloth, his articulated mechanical fingers surprisingly deft and precise for such delicate work.

"Everyone ready?" Thorsten's voice was a low rumble, the sound seeming to be absorbed by the sheer volume of the cavern rather than echoing. "Lilin gave us the updated tunnel markings just before we left Stoneheart proper. Seven-Gamma is deep, she stressed, potentially unstable ground according to her readings even before this... incident. Stay sharp down there."

"My instruments are calibrated for maximum sensitivity and cross-referenced against known geological strata signatures for this region," Orin stated, carefully packing the analyzer into its shock-resistant casing, his voice holding the crisp confidence of a scholar sure of his tools. "We'll detect any significant energy fluctuations or structural weaknesses long before your admittedly impressive Hrafnsteinn instincts pick them up, I assure you, Thorsten."

Evelyne shot Orin an amused, slightly condescending glance over the Scarab drone she was activating. "And my drones will map the tunnel environment ahead of us, using dimensional resonance and aetheric reflection to pinpoint any obstructions or concealed fissures in the earth, even through dense mineral deposits. Far more reliable data points than simply sniffing the air for trouble, wouldn't you agree, Reo?"

Reo flattened his ears slightly at the jibe but merely offered a noncommittal grunt, his amber eyes scanning the darkness of the tunnel entrance. "My nose knows rock-rot, bad air, and things that don't belong better than any buzzing metal toy," he retorted quietly, but with an edge of certainty.

A faint puff of air escaped Thorsten's lips, ruffling his beard.

Artificers.

Brilliant minds, indispensable skills, but sometimes their faith in mechanisms blinded them to the older, deeper ways of knowing. Always confident in their intricate gadgets, sometimes forgetting the inherent value of senses honed by generations of survival in harsh lands.

"Just keep the chatter to a minimum once we're moving deeper," he instructed, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Sound carries strangely underground, bounces off unexpected surfaces. We don't want to announce our arrival more than necessary to whatever... or whoever... might be listening." He looked pointedly at Evelyne and Orin. "And keep those machines of yours as quiet as possible."

"Orby's stealth mode is engaged," Evelyne confirmed, patting the now-closed, reinforced hatch of the compact Aetherframe that waited nearby like a patient, oversized metal beetle, its usual operational hum dampened to a barely audible thrum. "Though 'stealth' is, admittedly, a relative term for a cargo hauler squeezing through a narrow mining tunnel."

"Let's move out then," Thorsten decided, nodding curtly to Halvar and Sten. "Single file. Lights kept low, focused ahead. Reo, you take point with me—let me know the instant anything feels off. Artificers," he addressed Evelyne and Orin, "stay between Halvar and Sten. They'll keep you boxed in and safe. And Orin," he added, fixing the artificer with a stern look, "no detours for interesting rock formations or unusual crystal growths this time. Focus on the mission."

The last directive was born from past experience on the Verdant Pathway expedition, where Orin's geological curiosity had nearly led them into a patch of unstable ground.

The journey into the mountain's depths began in earnest. The main tunnels radiating from the Stoneheart Chamber, wide enough for ore carts and well-lit by the steady glow of cultivated fungi lining the walls like living sconces, soon gave way to narrower, rougher passages where the miners' picks had left jagged edges.

The air grew heavier here, warmer too, pressing in on them, carrying the sharp, unmistakable tang of Vespera more strongly now, a scent like lightning trapped in stone.

Their footsteps echoed differently here, muffled slightly by the damp, packed-earth floor underfoot—Thorsten's heavy, deliberate tread setting the pace, the lighter, almost silent steps of Reo moving fluidly ahead, the steady, reassuring rhythm of Halvar and Sten flanking the Artificers, and the occasional metallic clank or low hydraulic whir from Evelyne inside Orby, bringing up the rear with the bulk of the sensitive diagnostic equipment secured safely within its armored shell.

"Ambient temperature rising steadily," Orin noted quietly after consulting a handheld device whose screen cast a faint blue glow on his face. "Consistent with proximity to known geothermal activity in this range, but the thermal gradient is steeper than Lilin's initial surveys suggested. Significantly so."

"And the air composition?" Evelyne's voice crackled slightly over Orby's external speaker, filtered but clear. "My forward drones are picking up trace elements inconsistent with standard subterranean atmosphere profiles. Nothing overtly toxic registered yet, but... decidedly unusual concentrations."

"Like what, specifically?" Thorsten asked, glancing back, his hand instinctively resting on the pommel of one of his axes. Details mattered down here.

"Faint etheric concentrations, which could indicate high energy discharge... and traces of... is that inert planar dust?" Orin murmured, squinting at the complex readings scrolling across his device's screen. "Highly irregular for this geological stratum. Planar dust usually indicates a residual energy from a dimensional event."

Reo paused abruptly ahead, holding up a hand, his body tensed like a coiled spring. He tilted his head, his pointed ears swiveling, focusing intently on something beyond the reach of their lamplight. "Quiet."

They all stopped instantly, the only sounds now the faint drip of water somewhere ahead, the almost inaudible hum of Orby's dampened systems, and their own suddenly loud breathing in the confined space.

At first, Thorsten heard nothing out of the ordinary. Then he caught it—a faint, almost sub-sonic vibration felt more through the soles of his boots than heard with his ears, a deep tremor in the rock itself, accompanied by a subtle but undeniable wrongness in the air, a creeping chill that had nothing to do with the subterranean damp and everything to do with primal instinct screaming that something was fundamentally out of place.

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"You feel that?" Thorsten asked Halvar and Sten in a low voice, keeping his eyes fixed on the darkness ahead.

Halvar nodded grimly, his hand tightening on his axe haft. "Aye. Like the mountain's holding its breath, waiting for something." Sten merely gave a curt nod, his knuckles white where he gripped his own weapon.

"It's stronger ahead," Reo whispered, his voice barely disturbing the heavy silence, his eyes narrowed, pupils dilated to black pools in the dim fungal light. "The cold Lilin spoke of... I smell it now. Distinctly. Like metal left out in a deep winter blizzard, but... sharper. Colder. And underneath... something else. Something... stale. Ancient."

"Stale?" Evelyne questioned again via the speaker, her voice holding a note of scientific curiosity tinged with apprehension. "Define stale, Reo. Chemically. Structurally."

"Like air trapped too long in a place where nothing living has breathed for centuries," Reo tried to explain, shaking his head slightly, frustrated by the limitations of language for such an alien scent. "Like a tomb unsealed after a thousand years."

Thorsten didn't like the sound of that one bit.

Tombs usually held things best left undisturbed. His hand drifted unconsciously towards the axe strapped to his back, the familiar weight a small, inadequate comfort against the rising tide of unease.

"Alright. Weapons ready, but keep them lowered unless I give the word. We proceed with extreme caution. Orin, Evelyne, get your primary scanners active now. I want readings the moment we round this next bend. No surprises."

They moved forward slowly now, Thorsten feeling the others matching his cautious pace instinctively, their small formation tight and wary. Reo's tail flicked irritably back and forth just ahead.

The Vespera veins in the walls pulsed more erratically here, their vibrant light seeming dimmer, colder, less alive than before. The air definitely felt cooler now, a localized, unnatural drop in temperature that made the hairs on Thorsten's arms stand on end.

Rounding the final bend, they entered the cavity.

The scene was much as Brevin had described, yet somehow more unsettling in person. The walls glittered with the rich, almost violent colors of the Vespera deposit, a breathtaking, treasure-filled sight that warred with the palpable sense of wrongness in the air. Hastily erected Ebonheim support timbers stood near the entrance, one clearly splintered near its base, the fresh wood pale against the dark rock.

Chunks of valuable Vespera, glowing with their own internal light, lay scattered across the dusty floor, kicked aside with casual, deliberate contempt.

And at the far end, the rough, dark opening of the Corinthian tunnel gaped like a jagged wound in the rock face, shored up with paler, less sturdy-looking wood marked with symbols Thorsten didn't recognize but instinctively distrusted.

The rhythmic thudding of pickaxes was gone. An unnerving, heavy silence emanated from the Corinthian tunnel now, a silence that felt deeper, more absolute, than mere absence of sound.

"Status?" Thorsten demanded quietly, his voice a low growl, his axes now loose in their sheaths.

"Confirmed," Orin reported, already deploying his tripod-mounted analyzer with practiced speed, its multifaceted crystal lens rotating slowly, gathering data. "Significant localized thermal depression centered directly around the breach point. Readings are... chaotic, fluctuating wildly between extreme cold and ambient tunnel temperature. And the primary energy signature... it's definitely not Vespera. It's layered, complex, exhibiting properties inconsistent with known arcane or elemental sources. Getting significant interference, like multiple signals overlapping."

Evelyne had opened Orby's top hatch slightly, deploying one of her Scarab drones with a soft whir. The small, multi-legged construct zipped silently towards the Corinthian tunnel mouth, hovering just outside like a curious insect.

"Atmospheric readings show elevated concentrations of the unknown trace elements—the planar dust Orin mentioned, and something else... something with a complex protein signature, but non-biological? And... detecting faint bio-signatures further within their tunnel, but they're heavily masked, indistinct. Organic structure is present, but... the resonance is utterly alien."

"Can you see inside their tunnel?" Thorsten asked, needing to see what they were dealing with.

"Attempting sonic mapping now," Evelyne replied, her voice tight with concentration, betraying her own rising tension. "The tunnel configuration is irregular, absorbing the pulses more than expected... wait. Getting faint returns now. It goes deeper than our initial surveys indicated, twists sharply downwards just beyond the bend... and there's... movement detected. Slow. Intermittent. Rhythmic."

Reo sniffed the air again, his nose wrinkling in disgust. "The stale smell is much stronger emanating from their tunnel. Overpowering. And something else... like... damp rot, but metallic? Oily?" He shook his head, clearly disturbed. "Never smelled anything quite like it. It smells wrong. Dead, but... not decayed."

Thorsten scanned the Corinthian tunnel entrance again, his hand now resting firmly on the haft of one axe. Empty. Silent. Too silent. "They know we're here? Did they retreat?"

"Almost certainly aware of us," Orin muttered, adjusting a dial on his analyzer, his brow furrowed in concentration. "The energy fluctuations spiked dramatically the moment we entered the cavity. Whatever is causing this localized cold spot, this energy signature, it reacted directly to our presence."

"Scarab Two is moving cautiously into the tunnel entrance," Evelyne reported, her voice dropping to a near whisper. "Visual feed coming online now... transmitting to my console... gods below..." Her voice hitched, a sharp intake of breath audible even over the speaker.

"What is it, Evelyne?" Thorsten demanded, stepping closer to Orby, peering towards the small external viewscreen Evelyne sometimes activated. "Report!"

"The walls... they're not just rock in there," Evelyne whispered, her voice strained, laced with something close to horror. "There's... growth. Covering everything. Pale, fungal-like latticework spreading from cracks near the floor, pulsing faintly with that same cold energy signature. It looks... almost like veins. And there are... shapes... further in, partially obscured by shadow and the tunnel bend. Definitely not miners."

"Shapes?" Thorsten pressed, his knuckles white on his axe haft. "What kind of shapes? Beasts? Constructs?"

"Can't make them out clearly from this angle," Evelyne said, her voice trembling slightly now. "They're... angular... chitinous? Like... like those Netherling cryptid things Ebonheim described finding deeper down near the other passage, but... different somehow. Larger? Bulkier? And they're not moving much, just... pulsing. Like they're dormant. Or waiting."

Just then, Orin cursed violently under his breath, stepping back sharply from his analyzer. "Chief! Thorsten! The instability Lilin warned about—it's localized primarily around their tunnel entrance, but it's propagating outwards rapidly now! Micro-fractures are spreading along the main Vespera vein directly towards our current position! This whole cavity is becoming structurally compromised!" His analyzer emitted a low, insistent, rapidly escalating warning tone that echoed shrilly in the confined space.

Thorsten didn't hesitate. Instinct took over.

"Alright. We have our initial data—enough to know this is bad. Evelyne, recall the drone immediately! Orin, pack your gear, now! We're pulling back to a more stable position further up the tunnel to analyze this safely!" He looked sharply at his warriors. "Halvar, Sten, watch our rear! Cover the retreat! Reo, keep your senses sharp for anything coming from behind or ahead!"

As Evelyne began retracting the Scarab drone with frantic commands, a low, guttural groan echoed from deep within the Corinthian tunnel, a sound like stone grinding slowly against stone, but somehow... organic, wet.

The unnatural cold intensified abruptly, raising gooseflesh on Thorsten's arms despite the ambient heat radiating from the Vespera veins. The pale, fungal latticework Evelyne had spotted near the Corinthian entrance pulsed brighter, faster now, casting eerie, shifting shadows that seemed to deepen the darkness within the tunnel mouth.

"Drone returning," Evelyne reported, her voice tense, high-pitched. "But something's interfering heavily with the signal... getting severe visual breakup... static... I can't..."

Suddenly, Reo hissed, a sharp, warning sound, flattening himself instantly against the cavern wall like a shadow. "Movement! Fast! Coming from their tunnel!"

Thorsten spun, drawing both axes from his back in a single, fluid, practiced motion just as several figures erupted from the Corinthian tunnel mouth, spilling into the Vespera-lit cavity like spilled ink.

They weren't miners. They scuttled forth like enormous, obsidian beetles sculpted from nightmare-glass, six heavily-jointed legs clicking rapidly, disturbingly, on the stone floor.

Where their black, chitinous plates met, a sickly, phosphorescent coldness pulsed, mirroring the pale, unhealthy veins of the fungal growth that now seemed to be actively spreading from the tunnel mouth. Their multiple, compound eyes burned with a malevolent, chilling intelligence that was far worse than simple bestial hunger.

And they moved with a horrifying, unnatural, skittering speed, flowing across the rock floor towards them like a tide of polished darkness.

Netherling Cryptids.

The damned Corinthian fools must have gone deeper than they should have and stirred up something old and long forgotten. No time to think about that now, though.

"Fall back!" Thorsten roared, pushing Halvar and Sten back towards the tunnel entrance. "We're sealing this cavity off behind us!"

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