Three days passed in a blur of preparation and planning as Dante spent his mornings in the camp's central plaza, gathering intelligence on the Crystal Depths dungeon from climbers who attempted it before.
The information was fragmentary, colored by survival bias and the natural human tendency to exaggerate hardship, but patterns emerged. Crystalline enemies with reflective abilities. Environmental hazards that weaponized light itself. And at the dungeon's heart, a boss called the Prism Guardian that nobody in recent memory successfully defeated.
