The closer we got to the surface, the more the tension in the air seemed to shift. The oppressive silence of the Forbidden Floors was gone, replaced by the familiar, almost mundane sounds of the dungeon's upper levels. The soft hum of the amulet and crystal at my chest was a constant reminder of the legacy I now carried, their faint pulses guiding me forward like a heartbeat synced with my own.
Kijin and Raijuu moved ahead with purpose, their senses sharp but not tense. They seemed to sense, as I did, that the journey wasn't truly over. The path out of the dungeon felt longer than usual, each step filled with the weight of the message I'd received. The thought that the Forgotten's legacy extended beyond these walls was both daunting and exhilarating.
The chat was alive with speculation.
: Do you think the crystal is leading you to another dungeon?
: The Forgotten's legacy feels bigger than any one place. This could go worldwide.
