Leaving the heart of the Forbidden Floors felt surreal, like stepping out of a long-forgotten memory and back into reality. As the weight of the journey lifted slightly, my senses seemed sharper, taking in every detail of the dungeon's upper corridors—the damp stone walls, the faint echoes of distant creatures, the flickering torches lighting the way back.
Kijin padded silently beside me, his ears pricked forward, alert but calm. Raijuu's sparks had diminished, but I could feel the lingering energy around him. They both seemed to sense a change, as if even the dungeon's familiar upper levels held new meaning after our descent.
"Chat," I murmured, adjusting the camera, "it's strange. We've been through these floors dozens of times, but… something feels different now."
The chat's responses rolled in, each viewer interpreting our return in their own way.
: It's like you're seeing it through new eyes.
