In the lowest chamber of the Abandoned Temple Dungeon, a room has been specially arranged.
The ground glows faintly with the emanations of a Magic Circle, casting enchanting illusions.
Light beams down from the ceiling, brightening the room so it doesn't feel the least bit gloomy.
Ethan still lies in bed, with Eluna crouched beside him.
"Lord Ethan, why haven't you awoken yet?"
A heavy shadow of worry casts itself across Eluna's features, not solely due to the multitude of events that have transpired over the last half-year, but also because of the lingering curse upon her.
To avoid burdening Mia and the others, she's kept this curse a secret.
But with half a year gone by, Eluna feels she can no longer contain it.
Gently lifting her shirt, she reveals an intricate flower pattern at her chest.
Its crimson lines have already extended across her bosom and are inching closer to her abdomen.
