The notification faded from Dante's vision, but the reality of what just happened didn't fade with it because the entire Floor 11 gateway plaza had gone dead silent, and he could feel a thousand eyes turning toward the dungeon exit like weapons taking aim.
[Title Acquired: Lightbreakers]
[Effect: Reputation with neutral factions +50%. Aggro range from Darkness-type enemies doubled.]
He dismissed the screen and sheathed his sword, the metal sliding home with a click that felt way too loud, and that's when the whispering started. Not the usual background noise of climbers haggling or porters bitching about their loads, but hushed, nervous chatter from people who knew better than to look directly at something dangerous.
They were looking anyway, which was the problem, because these weren't the usual appraisals of potential party members or trade partners. These were the looks people gave natural disasters that had decided to take human form.
