The silence lingered as we stepped away from the ancient city, its fading light casting the passage into a cold, eerie darkness. Every step felt heavier, as if I were carrying not just the memories of the Forgotten, but their very essence. The faint pulse of the object I held seemed to guide us, it had a quiet, steady rhythm echoing the heartbeat of a people long gone.
Kijin prowled forward, with his steps slow and deliberate, and his senses heightened. Raijuu stayed close, his eyes scanning the shadows as faint sparks crackled along his fur. I could feel their tension, a readiness to protect as we ventured deeper into the Forbidden Floors.
"Chat look at this," I murmured, adjusting the camera to capture the darkness unfolding around us, "the city… it was just the beginning. The path ahead feels different, it feels like..... it's alive."
The chat was buzzing with a mix of excitement and concern.
