Thoren walked through the dark corridor without uttering a word. Two undead shield soldiers walked in front of him; their massive shields held firmly in their hands as they moved deeper into the building.
Behind him, two ordinary undead servants followed silently, their weapons tightly gripped as they maintained their formation around their master.
The corridor was dark and empty, with only the faint sound of their footsteps disturbing the suffocating silence.
Open rooms lined both sides, their entrances like black mouths leading into complete darkness.
He occasionally glanced toward the open rooms along the corridor, but he did not enter any of them.
To him, there was no need to. The Vorlath Blood Compass in his hand was still pointing deeper into the facility.
Whatever he was looking for was somewhere ahead.
Walking through the dark corridor for a few minutes, Thoren gradually realized something unusual.
The corridor was not level.
It had been descending the entire time.
