As we moved away from the chamber, a solemn silence filled the air, broken only by the faint, rhythmic pulse of the object in my hand. The dark passages seemed to narrow around us, as though the dungeon itself was shifting, aware of our intentions, of the legacy we now carried. The light from the object was our only guide, casting eerie shadows that danced along the rough stone walls.
Kijin's steps were cautious, his ears flicking at every sound, while Raijuu remained close to me, his fur charged with faint crackles of electricity. I could sense their wariness, their awareness of the gravity of what we had just undertaken. We weren't just exploring a dungeon anymore. We were on a path that bridged the past with the present, the living with the forgotten.
"Chat," I murmured, glancing at the scrolling messages on my screen. "We're not just in a dungeon anymore. This place feels… alive, as if it knows we've chosen to carry its secrets."
