Eisenschmiede (1)

The thunderous clang of steel being hammered rang out without pause. Anyone looking for decent equipment had to visit this floor.

The 17th floor, Eisenschmiede. Unlike the Black Mine on the 12th floor, it was a proper floor directly managed by High Rankers and merchants.

She didn't actually need any equipment, but Zion had booked an inn on the 17th floor so she could get some rest.

“Sister Zion, you need to rest.”

“I'm fine.”

“No, you're not!”

Perhaps because she'd suffered so much on the 12th floor, it was clear that Zion wasn't in the best shape.

At Lin's insistence, they'd decided to stay on the 17th floor for a while. Of course, Zion hadn't objected.

If anything, she was grateful for Lin's thoughtfulness. As Lin had said, Zion was indeed feeling unsettled.

‘Torturing people isn't easy.’...