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Zand made his way over to a door, feeling it from the outside to check for pressure. He shook his head and moved down to the next one. Another cold void. He made his way down the hall, eventually finding a trap door in the ceiling.

It was oddly shaped, hexagonal and angled. Almost as if it was meant to prevent things from escaping. Although not present anymore, residue from a red carpet could be found along the roof. The Fallen inhabitants made no effort to keep this entrance visible or accessible. What a strange design it was. Strange and promising. It was left untouched for so long, it almost to cry out.

The Hunter reached out for it in curiosity, when it suddenly swung itself open. He yelped and jumped back in anticipation, awaiting a cold, painful demise to arrive, but this door but no such malice. A silverish ladder, its ornate luster shining through the layers of dust it had accumulated, slid its way down a vertical rail, coming to a smooth stop.

Zand looked for the others, only to find he had traveled down a completely different corridor. The ship was such a maze, it was easy to lose yourself in it. He shrugged and climbed the ladder.