James waited half a heartbeat for the rest of it.
No timer came. No secondary objective. No survival condition, no map, no enemy manifest.
"That's it?" Cillian said.
"Apparently that's it."
Which was worse. Every floor since twenty-one had eventually told them what else it wanted. This one had looked at a field with three armies on it and decided the target was the only instruction they needed.
**[GalwayGoblin]:** WHAT THE FUCK
**[ShieldMainSiobhan]:** THATS AN ARMY
**[CorkClimber]:** TWO ARMIES
**[user88317]:** THREE IF YOU COUNT THE ORCS
**[ZeroFan]:** THOSE GREY BANNERS ON THE EAST
**[FloorTheoryIE]:** VANE'S MEN
**[RaymondWasRight]:** SIX THOUSAND. THEY ACTUALLY MADE IT HERE
**[AshesAndBones]:** floor 24 mattered holy shit
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Raymond came down the line on horseback with four officers and a handful of guards, and he was a different man from the one who had stood over a map table at Dunadd.
