"Simak...?" Lyon's frown deepened, the name tugging at his memory like a distant echo. It wasn't unfamiliar. Kyoko, the sly fox lady, had mentioned it before. "Are you the one who built that hundred-level labyrinth?"
Simak grinned, puffing out his chest with pride. "Oh yeah, that's me!" He jabbed a thumb at himself as if expecting applause.
Lyon crossed his arms, the pieces in his mind clicking into place. The thought that Simak—the mischievous pig—was also his brother left him conflicted. Anger and curiosity clashed within him. "Why did you seal those people inside the labyrinth?"
Simak's playful demeanor flickered. The sparkle in his eyes dimmed as an old, unspoken weight seemed to settle on his shoulders. "The Purge of Paradise," he muttered, his voice far more somber now.
Lyon narrowed his eyes. "The what?"
