The path narrowed without warning.
One moment they were walking through a relatively wide canyon passage, the next the walls pressed in from both sides until they could only proceed single file. Dante went first because he always went first, his eyes scanning for the threats he knew were coming.
The passage opened into a dead end.
"Shit." Astrid pressed up behind him. "We have to go back."
Dante didn't move. His eyes swept the cliff walls rising around them, the too-convenient boulder formations that could hide a dozen ambushers and the single narrow entrance they'd just walked through.
"It's a trap," he said quietly.
"What?"
"We've been herded." He turned slowly, taking in the kill box's dimensions. "This passage wasn't here when I climbed Floor 13 before. Someone carved it recently, probably within the last few months. The stone edges are still sharp."
"Carved by who?"
The answer came in the form of movement at the canyon's only exit.
