Sunny and Krax descended the spiral bone-staircase, explicitly leaving the toxic, ash-choked atmosphere of the Abyssal Front behind.
The door to the vault was designed to be operated by a single Vanguard commander.
The interior of the vault was devoid of dark Qi, a deliberate design to quarantine the space from the holy radiation above.
It was barren, containing only a few rusted iron cots and heavy, sealed crates of compressed blood-rations.
Sunny explicitly calculated the logistical reality of the vault. The Vanguard commanders had designed this space purely for human survival.
The air was breathable, and the rations were sufficient to sustain a cultivator for the mandated lunar cycle.
However, the complete lack of ambient dark Qi meant that any demonic beast trapped down here would slowly, agonizingly starve, their spiritual cores withering from sheer malnutrition.
He glanced toward the corner where his menagerie had gathered.
