James took the scythe off his back at the bottom of the last ramp.
He was not being dramatic about it. He had confirmed twice now that this was the only thing any of them owned that the red reacted to, and the last eight enemies on this floor were standing between them and the exit, and he was not going to spend the first thirty seconds of it reaching over his shoulder.
`[AUTHORITY RELEASE ACTIVATED]`
`[TARGET: AZRAEL'S BROKEN SCYTHE]`
`[DURATION: 30 MINUTES]`
The black ran out along the broken edge and the cold came into his hands and the sound of the floor stepped back a pace.
They went up.
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Eight on the third terrace. Seven Floor Soldiers in a wide arc.
And in the middle of them, standing directly in front of the exit arch with his back to the light coming out of it:
`[FLOOR CAPTAIN]`
`[LEVEL: 47]`
`[HP: 12,500 / 12,500]`
He was already wrapped in it.
