And they followed The Path of the Mice, running close by the walls.

It was odd… Max sure remembers looking those walls all day and yeah, there were SOME weird drawings, but were there THIS MANY? He couldn’t remember. Those damn sewers were messing up with his head.

For the endless extesion of the walls that coumpound that underworld realm, little pictograms of mice danced and squicked in their scribbly form, following each other in a seemingly neverending line.

Who would’ve drawn it? They couldn’t say. Yet another mystery to the pile.

They kept walking until, eventually, the mice guide them back to The Bifurcation.

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