Natali, stroked Lucius's hair, running water through it. They sat exhausted, rushing through floor after floor. Twelve floors ago, they lost Berk to a stray arrow the size of a ballista bolt fired by a giantess.
Mar'Eeyen cradled a knife wound from a rabid ogre. They had already given her a healing potion, so it would heal soon, but that didn't take away the pain in the meantime. Helena kept watch over their encampment in the woods surrounding them.
"What floor is this?" Lucius asked between choked breaths. Even for him this was getting too hard to manage.
"Seventy-Nine, Lucius." Natali whispered.
"Fucking hell. How many in this damn place?"
"Unknown. Maybe 80, maybe 800?" Helena answered, her eyes still glued to their surroundings.
