I move quietly down the halls in the back of the warehouse, looking for the stairs that should lead to the basement prison, mindful of any remaining cultivators.
There's a thick streak of blood from where I fought the second Immortal, leading to a window where they jumped out to escape. I make sure to be cautious of their return, a single Regeneration Pill and they'll be at full form and not so easily taken by surprise this time.
I find no others left alive in the building before coming across the stairs. even the wailing of the Boss has ended, he opted to end his life instead of living without his cultivation.
They're a standard set of basement stairs, creaky wood into a concrete looking underground room. I light the torches as I descend, wishing I would have brought a magical light. Lycan eyes don't need much light, and can pick up basic thermal signatures as part of our night vision, but it's better if I can properly see.
