The headaches started two days after the Graviton Beast.
Dante hid them at first, the way he hid everything that might make him look weak in front of people who needed to believe he was invincible. A slight squint against light that seemed too bright, a hand that pressed against his temple when he thought no one was watching, the occasional stumble that he passed off as uneven terrain.
But bodies kept score of the damage done to them, and his was running out of ways to compensate.
They'd found refuge in a Drift-Born settlement on one of the outer islands, a small community of native Tower residents who'd adapted to Floor 14's chaotic physics through generations of careful breeding and stranger technologies. Their buildings moved with the gravity fluctuations instead of fighting them, structures that swayed and shifted and somehow remained standing through forces that would have destroyed conventional architecture.
