All Chapters of ONYXSPIRE: THE DESCENT OF CLIVE COLLINS: Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
12 chapters
Chapter 11. HUNT IN THE GUTTER
The thick stench of kerosene mixed with the ammonia vapor leaking from cracked waste pipes stabbed into Clive Collins's nose the moment he stepped out of Mina's hideout. The air in The Gutter felt as dense as soot. Above him, the massive pipe network of Onyxspire creaked and trembled like the intestines of a starving mechanical beast, occasionally dripping yellow-green acidic fluid that hissed violently whenever it struck the piles of scrap metal below. Clive pulled the hood of his tattered cloak lower over his face. His right hand gripped the handle of Kael's massive axe hidden beneath the folds of cloth. Meanwhile, his left arm, Lycus, began twitching restlessly beneath the wrapping of dirty rags. The tiny eye on the back of his hand blinked rapidly, sending waves of biological panic straight into Clive's brain. [Warning: Low-Frequency Energy Scanners Approaching.] [Source Distance: 150 Meters. Target Count: 4 Individuals.] [WREN: Clive, those cloth wrappings are
Chapter 12. Metal and Smoke of the Foundry
The Foundry District was the embodiment of a mechanical hell created by human greed. Here, deep within the lowest layers of Onyxspire's vertical structure, the air was no longer a gas fit for organic lungs. The atmosphere was thick with coal dust, microscopic iron shards, and sulfur vapor that burned the eyes red. The ceiling of the district was the underside of the upper sectors, a gigantic steel plate that constantly leaked black lubricant oil, creating an endless drizzle that smelled of rust. THUD! THUD! THUD! The pounding roar of massive steam compressors echoed every three seconds, shaking the foundations of the ground and the bone marrow of everyone standing upon it. Along the narrow streets flooded with black sludge, smelting furnaces the size of five-story buildings spewed streams of molten orange steel, illuminating the hollow faces of thousands of forced laborers. They moved like zombies, their bodies skeletal and their coughing relentless. Most wore cheap st