Sophia glanced at her sensor stone, its glow steady and unhurried. "One down," she said. "Five more before the basin's core."
Caria yawned, slinging her crossbow lazily over one shoulder. "Five more. Again. You'd think after clearing this floor thirteen times, the basin would finally give us something different."
Aria chuckled, twirling her spear with practiced ease. "It probably tried. We just never gave it the chance."
Rhys raised an eyebrow. "You've done this that many times?"
"Thirteen clears," Sophia confirmed, her tone matter-of-fact. "The pattern never changes. Same enemies, same spawn points, same drops."
"Except the mood swings," Caria added. "Sometimes the mist's thicker. Sometimes the Hydra spits faster. That's about as exciting as it gets."
Rhys gave a faint smile. "Efficient, then."
"That's one word for it," Aria said, smirking. "But hey, since it's your first run here—try not to blink. You might miss the Hydra."
