Word of their victory spread faster than Dante expected, carried through Floor 11's main camp by climbers who had nothing better to do than gossip about the party that defeated the Iron Warden with only seven fighters when the recommended minimum was twelve.
The camp itself was a sprawling settlement built into the side of a crystalline mountain, thousands of climbers gathered in the largest safe zone he saw since entering the Tower. The structures here weren't temporary shelters or carved alcoves but permanent buildings constructed from the same crystalline material as the mountain itself. Streets wound between towers and marketplaces, and the air hummed with the business of people who made this place their home.
"They're staring." Ravenna walked close to Dante with her hood pulled up to hide her transformed features. The ember-glow of her eyes was harder to conceal now, visible even in shadow. "All of them."
