The silence lingered as we stepped out of the chamber, leaving the monolith and the visions of the Forgotten behind. But their presence still clung to the air, their whispers echoing in my mind, filling each step with a new sense of weight. The light from the object I held had dimmed, as if content now that its message had been received, but it still pulsed faintly, a steady rhythm that seemed to guide us deeper.
The chat was buzzing with reactions, their excitement tempered by the gravity of what we'd just uncovered.
: Tsukasa, that was incredible. I can't believe you're carrying the legacy of the Forgotten.
: You're basically like an ancient historian now. This is huge.
: It feels like something has changed in the dungeon. Like it's watching you.
