Descending to the G-level floor, they swept their flashlights across the area. Their eyes lit up with joy and amazement as they saw military containers filled with ammunition and supplies.
"Whoa…!"
"No way… they weren't lying! This must be one of those old military depots from the early days of the war against the demons. And look—the containers are almost untouched!"
"We've struck gold," the oldest one said. "But stay sharp! The smell of damp is everywhere down here."
The floor had once been partially flooded, and the walls had collapsed under the pressure of broken pipes. Those same pipelines now led into underground canals—ideal nesting grounds for demons.
"Demons thrive in the cold and damp. Who knows what kind of creatures they fed on underground?"
"You mean, like… rat-demons?"
"Unlikely. But they might have rat-like traits. And we all know rats sense danger better than anyone."
