The Aclaitrium ore's dim, ethereal glow washed over the abandoned city, casting long, intricate shadows and painting a picture of a world frozen in time. Erik moved through the ruins of a bygone era when the underground city was teeming with human life and activity.
Armories stood tall, strategically placed throughout the city, their solemn steel edifices a reminder of their critical role in humanity's survival struggle.
Their once bustling interiors had been replaced with an echoing emptiness, and they were now silent and vacant. However, traces of their past remained, visible in the weapons scattered around, quietly narrating stories of battles fought and heroes forged.
Erik dashed past them, his footsteps resonating ominously through the desolate city streets. He would pass by shooting ranges from time to time, their targets still bearing the marks of countless bullets.