On the first day, Nathan sat in the guild's research hall, a stack of old mission reports and Tower analyses spread across the table. The hall was quiet—most Climbers preferred the training yards or the common room—and the only sound was the soft hum of the holoscreen as he scrolled through decades of fragmented data.
Helena had provided everything the guild had on the Fallen Piece of Drak'thar. It wasn't much.
"Elite Class Tower," Nathan murmured, reading aloud. "Designated approximately one hundred and eighty years ago. Estimated ten to sixteen floors. Boss classified as true dragon-type. Species: unknown. Capabilities: unknown. Last attempted climb: twenty-two years ago. Result: extraction on Floor 9. One fatality. Party retired."
