The grime of the second floor – a mix of spider silk, dust, and something vaguely unpleasant – clung to Elias as they rested just beyond the portal leading to the third. The silence, broken only by the rhythmic dripping of some unseen moisture, was a stark contrast to the frantic battle against the Spider Queen. Elias felt a strange mix of exhaustion and exhilaration. He’d survived. He’d won. But more importantly, he hadn't done it alone.