The tunnel leading from the statue's chamber was darker than the others, the air heavy with a foreboding presence. The symbols on the walls grew denser, each one flickering as though responding to our presence. Every step felt weighted, like I was treading through memories too ancient to be remembered, yet still clinging to this place with relentless resolve.
Kijin prowled silently beside me, his body tense, while Raijuu's fur crackled with small arcs of electricity. I kept my grip firm on the object in my hand, feeling its faint hum echo through me. This wasn't just a tool or a relic anymore—it was a key, a guide through the darkness.
"Chat," I whispered, my voice barely audible, "we're heading deeper. This path… it feels different, like it's leading us somewhere that hasn't been disturbed in a long, long time."
The chat lit up with a mix of concern and excitement.
: Tsukasa, this is intense. Just watching is giving me chills.
