7th Floor, nighttime.
Segolene appeared out of nowhere on top of the stone wall. She whistled in amazement, "Ooooh, you sure worked hard, cutie!"
The damaged stone wall had been repaired. A trench deep enough to impede berserkers surrounded Aito's camp at the foot of the wall, creating another line of defense. Inside the trench were spikes meant to impale whatever living being that would fall in it.
Sitting by the fire camp, absorbing orc soul cores the normal way in rapid succession, Aito remained oblivious to the moderator. The flame's light danced about his face, reflecting his anxiousness, anger, determination but also his fears and doubts.
Segolene's figure flashed, only to appear next to him. Seeing his expression, her behavior returned to normal. She sat calmly and silently gazed into the fire.
