The gate to Floor 16 opened at dawn.
Not Umbral's false dawn, the slight brightening of perpetual twilight that passed for morning in the City of Whispers, but a real sunrise that poured through the gate's aperture like liquid gold. The light was so foreign after days in eternal dusk that Dante had to shield his eyes.
"That's different," Astrid muttered, squinting at the brilliance.
"Floor 16 has a normal day-night cycle." Dante adjusted his pack and stepped forward. "One of the few things about it that's predictable."
