The silence following the Keeper's defeat felt unnaturally heavy, as though the entire dungeon was holding its breath. The air had shifted, as if the energy trapped here for centuries had been released, leaving behind a strange emptiness. Kijin and Raijuu stood by my side, both of them visibly exhausted, but alert. I took a moment to catch my breath, my eyes drifting down to the object in my hand.
Its faint glow had intensified, the symbols shifting and pulsing with an unfamiliar rhythm, as though awakening in response to the Keeper's departure. A small, almost imperceptible hum vibrated through my fingertips, filling my mind with fragments of images and whispers that felt like distant memories—hints of a story buried in time.
The chat was alive with excitement and anticipation.
: You did it, Tsukasa! That was the most insane battle yet!
: This whole floor feels different now. Like you broke a seal or something.
