The air changed the moment the coalition team stepped onto Floor 11.
It wasn't dramatic at first. There was no thunder, no monstrous roar announcing their arrival. Instead, the shift came quietly, like pressure building beneath the skin.
Thirty-three rankers stood spread across the open stone expanse of the floor while the nine porters gathered slightly behind them carrying the sealed logistics crates. The portal behind them faded slowly until it disappeared entirely, leaving only the endless gray landscape of the tower floor stretching toward the horizon.
At first glance, Floor 11 looked strangely empty.
There were no forests, no ruined cities, no mountains or rivers like some of the lower floors had shown. Just a wide plain of black stone under a dim sky where pale clouds drifted without direction.
But far in the distance something broke the horizon.
A massive circular depression carved into the land.
Even from this distance, its edges were sharp and unnatural.
"That's it."
