Austin recognized the area well. The entire shoreline had once been his territory—his hunting ground, his hiding place. He knew every rock and slope, every sound the tide made when danger crept near.
This was close to the demonic region ruled by the Succubus Queen, so he wasted no time. The surveillance demons were the first to go. He took the shelter for himself before any alarm could be raised.
"Is it safe to be here?" Rhea asked as she stepped into the bunker-like room. The air was thick, stale, and heavy with the stench of decay.
Charlotte covered her nose while William summoned his Shard, lighting up the place with a cold golden glow.
"Demons don't check in like humans do," Austin said, spraying perfume from his Inventory around the shelter. "The ones stationed out here live like hermits. They only report if something odd happens."
"Agh, there's a rotting boar in here," Charlotte muttered, turning her head away in disgust.
