They encountered 4 more 'swarms' of undead before the direction they were going became murky.
Unlike the times before, Lucian wasn't able to just use his nose to move forward down the fork in the road that they had encountered. Not only was it a fork, but there were three options and according to Lucian, two of the three had fresh or flowing air. It was also getting late, but as they had gone through these passages, fighting undead over and over, they hadn't found a nice place to stop that was tucked away.
There were no alcoves, there were no variations. They hadn't encountered a single chamber. Everything had been a straight shot of mossy, aged bricks and a slightly damaged, slightly slippery marble stone path. It felt like they were in older style sewers from Cass' world, but he didn't say anything. He kept everything to himself.
