By Floor 26, with all of us sitting comfortably at level 31, it wasn't even a fight anymore.
It was a massacre.
And not the cool, cinematic kind where everything looks heroic and meaningful.
No.
This was the "I have bills to pay and the universe chose violence" kind.
An elite Minotaur charged at me, hooves cracking the ground, axe raised like it had a personal vendetta.
I met it halfway.
"One workshop.." slash
"...one potion facility..." stab
"....AND A MEDICAL CENTER?!" kick, spin, decapitate
The Minotaur dropped like it regretted being born.
I landed, breathing a little too hard, eyes twitching.
"FIFTY THOUSAND A WEEK?!" I shrieked, already lunging at the next one.
I didn't stop moving.
Couldn't.
If I stopped, I'd think.
If I thought, I'd spiral.
Too late.
I was already spiraling.
"How many cores is that?!" I ducked under a swing, drove my blade up through a Minotaur's jaw. "HOW MANY MINOTAURS EQUAL FIFTY THOUSAND COINS?!"
Another one charged.
