At first, climbing the stairs had not been too crowded, but by the final ten floors, there were more and more "fellow travelers."
Because it was so crowded, Angel had passively learned a piece of obscure trivia—the total length of each floor's outer corridor.
There was more than one staircase on every floor of the Ring Fortress. Since this staircase was crowded, they could simply switch to another. Through repeated detours and searches for new staircases, Angel had passively learned the length of every outer corridor: roughly three to five kilometers.
The outer corridors alone were already this long, and they were lined with countless rooms and shops. Quite a few contained worlds within worlds, so the usable area was even more enormous.
And this was only one floor.
The Ring Fortress's main station was known to have a full seven thousand floors.
Just thinking about it was enough to understand how colossal the Ring Fortress was. It truly deserved to be called the Crystal-Eyed Race's headquarters—a genuine architectural marvel!
Of course, throughout the journey, marveling at the Ring Fortress's sheer scale had only occupied a small part of Angel's thoughts. Most of his time had been spent marveling at the number of people on each floor.
For instance, they had now reached the 5495th floor and had walked along the outer corridor for nearly five minutes. They had searched more than ten staircases in a row, and every one was packed to bursting. They could not even squeeze through a crack.
That alone showed just how many people there were.
The stairs were crowded, and the corridors were no less packed. Everywhere he looked, heads surged like waves. Angel had even considered simply finding a shop to rest in and letting Luigi go alone to add pages at Pirus's