The core of my being, the dungeon core. An object that acted as my very life. It had saved me from death once. And had shown itself to be immensely useful.
But it was also a weakness, a glaring one that seemed to only grow bigger the more I gained power. As with every level it grew that much bigger, making it an even larger target to people that knew of it.
That was why I kept it hidden, in order to keep myself safe. But this boy, this being. What if… what if he too had one.
Like he had shown, then if we destroyed that then would he die, could we actually kill him. I would think so. It should happen.
I had been warned, by my own system at that, that my core was my being, that if it was destroyed then I too would die.
But this all hinged on the fact that the boy had one. But the mere fact that he was searching for my core. A thing that only a select few knew of. It was proof enough to risk it.
