Anomaly

Author: Rowen

Chapter 319 – The Primordial Fear [37]

A humid, strangely biting heat, laden with a sharp smell of ozone, hung in the air. Even so, I felt no discomfort from it. In stark contrast, Victor, Arthur, Rupert, and the other members of the anomaly response team were clearly struggling to keep their breathing steady.
Every breath seemed to take effort, and the discomfort was obvious whenever the air filled their lungs. The silence that had settled in since the moment we arrived was oppressive, heavy enough to magnify every movement and every uneven breath among us.
It was Rupert who spoke first, after several seconds fighting to catch his breath. He slowly removed his suit helmet, mirroring the actions of the others. The environment was still hot, and sweat ran down his forehead, mixing with the dust caked onto his face.
With tired eyes, shoulders weighed down by exhaustion, and an uneven breath, he broke the silence and muttered, almost in disbelief: “Are we in hell... or something like it?”
One of the anomaly response team members followed up with a nervous chuckle still caught in his throat, his eyes scanning the strange surroundings: “I thought you had to die to go to hell... or heaven” The comment almost sounded like a joke, but the silence that followed made it clear no one was entirely sure it was a joke.
Another voice echoed soon after, coming from one of the team members, muffled by the environment and the vastness around us: “I wouldn’t be surprised at all if we took a one-way trip to hell, considering how far down we’ve gone”
No one seemed willing to challenge the words left hanging in the air, not when the scene before us asserted itself with such brutal force. Bubbling rivers twisted between jagged cliffs, from whose cracks molten lava poured in glowing streams.
The ground, completely fractured and filthy, was made of black stone, hot to the touch, with no sign of grass or life, stretching oppressively as far as the eye could see.
“We need to keep moving” Victor said, raising his voice just enough to draw everyone’s attention. His gaze swept quickly over the tense faces before fixing ahead: “I don’t know exactly how, but this is definitely being caused by the anomaly we’re looking for. Once we find it” he added, jaw tightening slightly: “we can fix this whole mess”
Rupert scanned the surroundings carefully, letting the silence stretch for a moment. His eyebrow lifted almost imperceptibly, paired with a half-smile thick with irony. Then he spread his arms, as if trying to embrace the vast, directionless expanse ahead, and said: “Alright then... so where do we go in a place that doesn’t seem to lead anywhere?”
Victor looked back at me, but I ignored him for a moment. Instead, I focused on my senses, trying to pinpoint where Tenebrya’s presence was strongest. It tugged my attention in an odd, uncomfortable direction, following the course of a bubbling stream that wound its way between glowing lava springs.
The contrast between the hot steam and the reddish glow made the air heavy and hard to breathe. I had no idea where that path might lead, all I could see was a dead plain, devoid of grass, trees, or any sign of life, as if this part of the world had been abandoned.
I pointed toward the direction where I felt Tenebrya’s presence. For a brief moment, I felt the weight of everyone’s gaze on me, a focused silence that lasted only a few seconds before breaking, as they all turned to stare at the spot I indicated.
I figured most of them couldn’t make out much of anything ahead, since a thick gray fog hung in the air, blurring shapes and distances.
Maybe it was just a result of where we were. The ground beneath our feet was rough and uneven, and I couldn’t help but think we might be standing on volcanic rock. I wasn’t certain, but it wouldn’t have surprised me if it were true.
“Alright...” Rupert said, resting a hand against his forehead as he squinted, letting out a resigned sigh: “Looks like this is going to be a long trip” His eyes then drifted to the stream beside me, where the water bubbled restlessly, releasing small clouds of steam: “We should probably resupply before we go. I’ve already drunk all my water, so I need to refill...”
He paused, eyeing the current cautiously: “Although that looks like boiling water... it should cool down eventually, right?”
Rupert glanced around, as if looking for support, but found only skeptical faces and wary looks. I focused on the stream and activated my special vision, and what I saw left no doubt. Instead of an ordinary flow, there was a stream glowing intensely in shifting rainbow hues, pulsing with an almost living light.
In short, whatever that was, it definitely wasn’t water. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Arthur had seen it too, his serious expression and the tension in his shoulders gave him away.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea” he said, drawing attention as he adjusted his monocle with a controlled, precise motion. The lens caught a brief glint before he continued in a serious tone: “The liquid shows anomalous properties, including signs of corrosive acidity”
Rupert’s body reacted with a sharp, almost involuntary shudder. His eyes snapped toward Arthur, widening for a brief instant before shifting back to the steaming stream. He swallowed hard, his throat bobbing with difficulty, and took a few slow steps backward, as if afraid of getting too close.
Noticing his reaction, I spoke telepathically to everyone: (You don’t need to worry about touching it. It’s a bit hot, but you’ll probably be fine. Just don’t swallow it, the sensation is not pleasant at all)
Everyone’s gaze turned toward me. Their expressions, once tense, visibly eased, though traces of concern and anxiety still lingered. There was curiosity on their faces as well, as if they were wondering how I knew that: (I ended up swallowing a bit of the water when I fell. Well, I’m not entirely sure what it would actually feel like to ingest it. In my case, it was strangely lukewarm. Still, I imagine the real effect wouldn’t be much different from having acid poured down your throat and into your nose, burning you from the inside, slowly)
My words made every member of the response team swallow hard and step back from the stream in hurried motions, some nearly tripping over their own haste. I didn’t pay much attention to it, they’d be fine, as long as they didn’t ingest the water, of course.
At worst, direct contact might cause a mild burning sensation on the skin, something like a fiery tingling. But considering they were wearing full armor, I assumed there wouldn’t be any major risk.
Well... that is, unless they decided to step into the stream. In that case, I wasn’t sure what would happen. Maybe they’d be cooked alive?... It was a possibility.
“All right... long story short, we need to get out of here before thirst stops being just a nuisance and becomes a real problem” Victor commented, glancing toward the horizon as if calculating how much time we had left: “Noted” he replied, curt and immediate.
And so, we began our march toward Tenebrya. At first, we followed the stream’s edge, not by choice, but because everything suggested that Tenebrya’s presence extended along that same path.
Besides, no one seemed willing to stray too far from the place where we had fallen. There was a silent discomfort in the air, a shared sense that venturing beyond the familiar would be an unnecessary risk. After all, we had no idea what truly lurked in this place.
We walked for several minutes, maybe hours. Time, after all, wasn’t exactly a luxury we could afford. As we moved forward, the scenery changed only in minor details, but at its core it remained the same: a stretch of barren, lifeless land, without a single tree or even a blade of grass in sight.
From time to time, strange noises echoed from somewhere very, very far away, sounds difficult to identify, yet close enough to unsettle us.
On top of that, walking for so long under that suffocating heat, with heavy air saturated by a metallic, ozone-like smell, was a brutal experience. It was already taking its toll, evident in slower steps, labored breathing, and an ever-growing, oppressive silence.
Unfocused stares, dragging feet, and sweat pouring endlessly revealed the group’s increasing exhaustion. Constant attempts to moisten dry lips with the little air they could breathe made their condition painfully clear: a thirst that was nearly extreme, cruel and silent. I watched them for a while before turning my attention to Victor, Arthur, and Rupert.
Honestly, I knew my words might instill fear in them, but I had to say it anyway: (What are we going to do? Everyone looks exhausted, on the verge of collapse, consumed by thirst. I doubt we’ll reach Tenebrya before most of them... die)
The three of them kept walking. Even so, it was clear my words had sunk in. Victor watched each person in our ranks out of the corner of his eye, alert to the signs of exhaustion etched on their faces. Still, he knew there was nothing he could do.
All the water they had brought had run out minutes earlier. Beyond the fatigue, there was something even more unsettling: the farther we went, the stronger the thirst became, as if the simple act of walking made it worse. Maybe it was something in the air, but I couldn’t be sure.
There was nothing we could do at that moment, but that didn’t mean we should simply stand by and do nothing. I activated my eyes once again and began carefully scanning our surroundings.
I wasn’t sure exactly what I was looking for. That vision only served to detect anomalies or anything with anomalous properties. Finding water, however, was completely beyond its reach. Or so I thought, until we reached a fork in the path.
To the left, a bubbling stream flowed over a stone bed, releasing steam and a metallic scent. To the right, incandescent lava slowly snaked forward, crackling in deep shades of red and orange.
Both paths veered away, leading to different, and equally unknown, destinations. I could still feel Tenebrya’s presence following the course of the bubbling water, yet my gaze was drawn to the lava.
Curiously, it didn’t shimmer with rainbow-like colors, which should’ve indicated it was just ordinary lava... right? Even so, something about it unsettled me. To my eyes, the lava seemed wrapped in a vague haze, one that, as far as I could tell, only I could see.
I glanced at the others for a brief moment, searching for any sign of doubt or agreement, before turning my attention back to the lava. Either way, if we didn’t do something now, we’d all end up dying of thirst.

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