The Trade District of Floor 11 was usually a place of orderly chaos, merchants shouting prices while blacksmiths hammered out dents in armor while alchemists hawked potions that smelled faintly of sulfur and mint. It was the economic heart of the Crystal Plateau, controlled firmly by the Iron Domain's monopoly on high-grade smithing.
Today, however, the chaos was anything but orderly.
Dante walked down the main thoroughfare with his team trailing behind him like heavily armed pack mules. Astrid was carrying three massive sacks over her shoulder, each one clanking with the distinct sound of steel on steel, and Ren dragged a sled piled high with plate mail, helmets, and spears. Even Ravenna was getting in on the action, levitating two bundles of swords behind her with a lazy flick of her wrist.
They looked like they had just raided an armory. Because they had.
