“You think Travis is okay?” Anna asked as she stirred the massive pot of gruel. It was mostly salt, tough barley and bits of preserved meat from the wagon’s stores, and it smelled absolutely amazing.They’d parked the caravan on top of one of the massive towers for the night. Will wasn’t sure if he could keep the snakes holding up the caravan on task while he was asleep. “He’s probably still alive.” Will said with a shrug. “The main problem these things present isn’t their lethality, it’s their numbers. As long as he doesn’t slit his own wrists or hide in a basement with only one way out, he should be just fine.”“Decoys who survive past the 4th Floor have a much higher life expectancy.” Loth said, studying hundreds of dying insects all standing on a checkerboard. “G-17,” She muttered, consulting a notepad before fiddling around with her barrel.Breeding insects resistant to the 8th floor’s unique environment.“How come we’re not dying?” Will asked, having difficulty looking away from the writhing insects.“The System, probably.” Loth said, pointing at her rows of dying insects. “These things don’t have Classes collecting and processing Miasma into Stats, Abilities and Charge. “There’s also a possibility we may be dying, albeit at a substantially reduced rate. Insects tend to die to environmental toxins far sooner than something bigger, like us. If that is the case, the difference may also be magnified by our Resistance. We should probably keep an eye on the caravan members with the lowest Resistance, just in case.”“And get off the Floor as soon as possible.” Will said with a nod.“That would probably be wise.”Will turned his attention to Alicia.“How’s our surroundings, Alicia?”The blue-flame eyed archer startled a bit as she noticed Will’s attention on her.“I’ll check.” She whispered, setting a bowl of gruel down beside (...)