CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
The ant demon twisted and twirled through the tunnel. Its antennae were like pipe cleaners bobbing up and down to the skrishing and skrashing of its swords cutting through the mud. And the constant screaming. I got used to the constant noise of horrible suffering after a while.
I thought we’d travel through these endless tunnels forever. They all looked the same and there was no way I could have kept track of where we were or where we were going.
Eventually, the ceiling of the tunnel opened into an expansive, cylindrical room with a web of cat-walk like mud platforms lit up by pulsating yellow orbs here and there. The ant skated across one, and I made the mistake of looking down—hundreds of stories down, so far that I couldn’t see the ground. If I fell, I would be de
