The fungus usurping his body hasn't leached him of all his self-preservation. With the cavern seemingly collapsing around them, Wilhelm knows that he has to move. When Kell grabs his hand, he locks his grip and hurries after him.

"What the fuck is happening?"

Something soft and putrid narrowly misses them, splattering the rock at their feet as they run. He doesn't take the time to look, but he already knows what it is. The stench of death is everywhere in the pit, the bodies piling up in the shadows as some of the captives succumb to infection. Convinced of the protection of gods he couldn't even name, Wilhelm had thought that it couldn't happen to him. Now that the feverish faith has cleared, he realizes that nothing makes him special.

Ahead, he sees one of the enormous trunks lift up and crash back down, hears the screams erupting around it. Whatever it is, it's walking.