The stone gateway to Floor 18 hissed open, revealing a long stretch of barren land that felt too still. Too quiet.
Anna let out a long sigh and kicked a small pebble forward.
"Seriously, what's going on? It's almost boring. Last time we climbed, it was chaos every floor. Assassins, traps, insane cults. Now we're at Floor 18 without even breaking a sweat."
Zerg let out a booming laugh.
"You say that like it's a bad thing."
"No, I say that like it's suspicious."
Anna narrowed her eyes at the empty landscape.
"This feels like someone wants us to make it to the top."
"It is a trap."
Fenrir said plainly, his voice calm as always.
"You don't have to guess. They're waiting for us."
Zerg tilted his head.
"And you're okay with that?"
"I expected this the moment I confirmed my identity had been leaked."
Fenrir replied.
"They're luring us in, giving us false confidence. But that doesn't change anything. We keep moving forward."
Anna folded her arms and raised an eyebrow.
