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Chapter 135: The Path of Shadows

The tunnel leading from the statue's chamber was darker than the others, the air heavy with a foreboding presence. The symbols on the walls grew denser, each one flickering as though responding to our presence. Every step felt weighted, like I was treading through memories too ancient to be remembered, yet still clinging to this place with relentless resolve.

Kijin prowled silently beside me, his body tense, while Raijuu's fur crackled with small arcs of electricity. I kept my grip firm on the object in my hand, feeling its faint hum echo through me. This wasn't just a tool or a relic anymore—it was a key, a guide through the darkness.

"Chat," I whispered, my voice barely audible, "we're heading deeper. This path… it feels different, like it's leading us somewhere that hasn't been disturbed in a long, long time."

The chat lit up with a mix of concern and excitement.

: Tsukasa, this is intense. Just watching is giving me chills.

: The symbols are like nothing I've ever seen. This isn't just a dungeon anymore.

: Stay sharp! I don't trust this place.

The deeper we went, the stronger the pull became, as if the object was guiding me toward something. The tunnel finally opened up into a massive, circular chamber with walls stretching far beyond the light of my torch. At the center of the room stood a dark, monolithic structure, surrounded by pillars carved with intricate symbols that glowed faintly in the dark. They seemed to shift and change, as though alive.

The chat reacted instantly.

: That structure… it's like a giant seal or altar!

: This is on a whole other level. I can't believe what I'm seeing.

: I feel like we're about to uncover something world-changing.

I took a tentative step forward, feeling the weight of the room press down on me. Every instinct screamed caution, but the pull from the object was relentless, urging me closer. As I approached the monolith, the symbols on the pillars began to glow brighter, their light illuminating faint images carved into the stone—a series of scenes that seemed to tell a story.

"What do you make of this, chat?" I whispered, focusing the camera on the carvings. "It's like a timeline… something about the Forgotten, maybe?"

: It looks like a history of the Forgotten. I see figures and cities… and that same cloaked figure.

: I think it's showing their rise, their powers… and their imprisonment.

: Tsukasa, I don't know if this is wise. You're dealing with ancient powers here.

As I traced my hand over the carvings, a chill shot through my fingers. Images flooded my mind—scenes of a civilization thriving, its people wielding strange and powerful abilities. The Forgotten weren't just monsters; they were once a proud people, their powers feared by those who eventually sealed them away.

Suddenly, a deep, resonant hum filled the air, and the ground beneath us trembled. The light from the pillars intensified, and a low voice echoed through the chamber.

"You… who hold the key… do you wish to know the truth?"

My heart pounded as the words filled the air, resonating with an ancient authority. Kijin and Raijuu tensed, their eyes fixed on the monolith as the symbols pulsed in sync with the voice.

The chat was alive with reactions, a mix of awe and warning.

: The truth? This feels like a point of no return…

: Be careful, Tsukasa. Sometimes, the truth is buried for a reason.

: We're with you. Whatever happens, we're in this together.

I took a deep breath, my voice steady. "Yes. I want to understand. I want to know what really happened to the Forgotten."

The monolith's glow intensified, casting the entire chamber in an unearthly light. Shadows danced along the walls, forming images that shifted and twisted, creating a vision that seemed to pull me in. It was as if the very stones of this place were speaking, revealing a tale that had been hidden for centuries.

"In ages past, the Forgotten were once revered, their powers unmatched, their wisdom sought by all. But as their influence grew, so did the fear of those who envied them. They were betrayed, cast into darkness, their legacy erased, their names forgotten."

The vision shifted, showing scenes of betrayal and conflict, of allies turning into enemies, of powers too great to control. Figures in armor, wielding magic and strange devices, fought against the Forgotten, sealing them away in a prison designed to erase them from history.

The chat was awestruck, each message pouring in with urgency.

: They were betrayed… this is heartbreaking.

: It wasn't a dungeon—they were imprisoned here! This changes everything.

: Tsukasa, you're uncovering something huge. This isn't just about exploration anymore.

The light faded, leaving a heavy silence in the room. I let the weight of the story settle over me, the realization of what we'd just uncovered filling me with a mix of awe and dread.

"Kijin, Raijuu," I murmured, glancing at them. "We've been walking through a grave… a memory of a civilization that was wiped from history."

Raijuu's ears twitched, his gaze shifting to the shadows that seemed to gather around us, more dense and alive than before. Kijin's eyes were sharp, his muscles tense, as if readying for an attack.

Before I could react, a figure stepped out from the shadows—a cloaked form, its face obscured, its presence radiating a sense of quiet menace. The chat froze as the figure raised its head, revealing eyes that glowed with a faint, unnatural light.

"You have seen our story, bearer of the key. Do you seek to finish what they started… or do you wish to undo their wrongs?"

The figure's voice was calm, but there was an edge to it, a lingering anger beneath the surface. I could feel the weight of the question pressing down on me, like the entire fate of this ancient people rested on my answer.

The chat filled with conflicting messages, each viewer voicing their own opinions.

: Undo the wrongs! They deserve justice after everything they went through.

: Be careful, Tsukasa. This might be more dangerous than you think.

: I don't know if messing with ancient history is a good idea… but I trust you.

I took a deep breath, feeling the object in my hand hum with energy. "I… I don't know if I can undo the past, but I want to understand. If there's a way to right what happened, I want to know."

The figure regarded me silently, its eyes narrowing. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, it reached out, its hand hovering over the object in my grasp. The air grew colder, and the shadows thickened, pressing in from all sides as the figure's touch connected with the object.

A rush of energy surged through me, and my vision went dark. I was standing on the edge of a vast city, its towers and spires reaching toward a darkened sky. Figures moved through the streets, their faces obscured, their forms shifting like smoke. They were the Forgotten—a people stripped of their identities, condemned to an existence hidden from the world.

The voice returned, softer this time, filled with sorrow.

"We do not seek vengeance. We seek remembrance. If you carry our legacy forward, if you tell our story, then our silence will end."

The vision faded, and I was back in the chamber, the figure still before me, its gaze steady. I felt the weight of the object in my hand, as if it were a piece of their memory, entrusted to me.

The chat was silent, as if everyone was holding their breath, waiting for my response.

"I understand," I whispered, my voice filled with a newfound resolve. "I'll carry your story. I'll make sure that the Forgotten aren't forgotten anymore."

The figure's eyes softened, a faint, almost imperceptible smile appearing on its shadowed face. The light around us dimmed, and the figure began to dissolve, its form fading into the shadows.

"Thank you, bearer of the key. Our legacy rests with you."

The room fell silent, the only sound the faint hum of the object in my hand. The chamber felt different now—emptied of its ancient burdens, its secrets finally shared.

The chat came alive, messages flooding the screen with words of support, awe, and determination.

: You did it, Tsukasa. You gave them what they wanted.

: This was more than a dungeon raid. This was a journey through history.

: We're with you. Whatever comes next, we're ready.

I glanced at Kijin and Raijuu, both of them watching me with a quiet understanding. This wasn't just another dungeon floor, and I wasn't just another explorer. I was now the keeper of their story, their final hope for remembrance.

We turned to leave the chamber, the weight of the Forgotten's legacy resting on my shoulders as we stepped into the darkness once more.