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Chapter 138: Whispers of the Living Dungeon

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.

: That city was unbelievable. I feel like we just walked through a lost world.

: You're still going further? This place feels like it has a mind of its own.

: Whatever's down there, stay safe, Tsukasa. We're here with you.

As we moved deeper, I noticed a change in the air—thicker, colder, and laced with an energy that felt strangely aware, like the dungeon itself was watching. Symbols carved into the walls glowed faintly, illuminating the narrow path ahead, their flickering light casting strange shadows that danced along the stone.

The object in my hand pulsed stronger, its rhythm syncing with the symbols, as though responding to their call. I felt an odd tug, a pull that urged me forward, and despite the creeping chill, I knew I had to press on.

Suddenly, a low hum filled the air, and the symbols on the walls flared brighter, their light intensifying as the ground beneath us trembled. Kijin's ears flattened, his body tense, while Raijuu's fur stood on end, his gaze locked on the darkness ahead.

"What's going on?" I whispered, scanning the shadows as the hum grew louder, filling the air with an unsettling resonance. The chat was in a frenzy, reacting to the unexpected shift in the dungeon's energy.

: The symbols are alive! It's like the dungeon is… responding to you.

: I have a bad feeling about this. Is the dungeon… waking up?

: Tsukasa, be careful. This feels different from anything we've seen before.

The light from the symbols coalesced, forming a hazy, spectral shape that flickered in and out of view, as though caught between this world and another. The figure was tall and cloaked, its form shifting like mist, and a faint whisper drifted through the air—a voice layered with age and mystery.

"Bearer of memory… why do you tread upon sacred ground?"

A chill ran down my spine as the voice echoed through the passage. It was different from the other voices, more resonant, filled with an ancient authority that made the air feel heavy. I took a deep breath, steadying my nerves.

"I… I'm here to understand," I replied, my voice barely more than a whisper. "To carry the story of those who came before."

The figure's gaze settled on me, its eyes glowing faintly beneath its hood. The chat was silent, each message conveying a mix of awe and fear.

: This isn't just a dungeon boss. This feels like… something more.

: Did it call you the bearer of memory? Tsukasa, what does that mean?

: Whatever's going on, you're handling it like a pro. Just stay safe.

The figure tilted its head, its form wavering as though caught in a distant memory. >

"The Forgotten's story… lies heavy upon you. But there is more to be seen, more to be understood."

The object in my hand pulsed, resonating with the figure's presence, and suddenly, my vision shifted. I was no longer in the dungeon but standing amidst scenes of battles and ruins, echoes of the past flashing before me—a people cast out, betrayed, fighting for survival. Their powers, once revered, had become their curse, sealing their fate.

And then, the images faded, leaving a single, clear memory—a doorway, ancient and bound by chains, hidden deep within the heart of the Forbidden Floors. A shiver ran through me. This was their prison, the very core of the dungeon, a place where their power had been bound.

The chat was filled with shock and awe.

: That was… intense. Did we just see their prison? This is so much bigger than I thought.

: A sealed doorway? That's got to be the heart of the dungeon.

: Tsukasa, this is on another level. Whatever's down there, it's not just a monster.

The spectral figure's voice returned, softer this time, laced with sorrow. >

"You have seen our end, but the true story lies within. Do you wish to walk further, bearer of memory?"

I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of my decision settle over me. I had come this far, carrying their legacy, uncovering pieces of a history that had been silenced. But this next step—it felt like it would be a final test, a confrontation with the heart of their story.

"Yes," I replied, my voice steady. "I'll go as far as I need to, to understand."

The figure inclined its head, a faint glow emanating from its form as it slowly faded into the shadows. The light from the symbols dimmed, leaving only the faint pulse of the object to guide us.

As we pressed forward, the air grew colder, and the passage narrowed, twisting in unnatural ways as though the very walls were alive, responding to our presence. Kijin and Raijuu stayed close, their eyes sharp and alert, their movements cautious but determined.

The chat was a mix of encouragement and warnings.

: This is it. You're heading toward the heart of the dungeon.

: Just be careful, Tsukasa. This place has its own rules.

: We're here with you. Whatever happens, we're not going anywhere.

Finally, we reached a chamber larger than any I'd seen, a vast, empty space with high, arched ceilings and walls covered in intricate symbols. At the center of the room stood the doorway I had seen in the vision—a massive stone door bound in heavy chains, each link inscribed with ancient runes that glowed faintly in the dim light.

The object in my hand pulsed with a frantic rhythm, as if urging me forward. I felt its energy radiate through me, filling me with a mixture of anticipation and dread. This was the heart of the Forbidden Floors, the place where the Forgotten's story had been sealed away.

The chat was tense, filled with messages of support and awe.

: That door… it's like a prison. You're standing at the core of the dungeon!

: The chains have runes! This isn't just a door—it's a boundary.

: Tsukasa, you're about to uncover something huge. Just… be careful.

I took a step closer, feeling the weight of the room settle over me. The chains rattled faintly, as though responding to my presence, and a low hum filled the air, growing louder with each passing second. I could feel the power radiating from the door, a force that had been contained for centuries.

With a steady hand, I raised the object, its light merging with the symbols on the chains. The runes glowed brighter, and a faint, ghostly whisper echoed through the chamber.

"Release us…"

My heart raced as the whisper filled the room, carrying with it the weight of countless voices—echoes of the Forgotten, trapped in this prison, their stories erased, their voices silenced. This was their last remnant, the final piece of their legacy, bound within the heart of the dungeon.

I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of their plea settle over me. "I'm here to remember," I whispered. "To carry your story forward."

The chains trembled, each link vibrating with a faint, rhythmic pulse. The chat was alive with a mix of awe and caution, their messages flowing across the screen.

: Are you going to release them? This feels… so intense.

: This is what the Forgotten wanted. Their story deserves to be known.

: Whatever happens, we're with you, Tsukasa. Let's do this.

I took one final step forward, pressing the object against the chains. A surge of energy filled the room, the runes glowing brighter until the entire chamber was bathed in light. The chains began to crack, each link shattering with a resounding echo that reverberated through the air.

As the final chain fell away, the door creaked open, revealing a swirling darkness beyond—a void that seemed to pulse with a life of its own, a boundary between worlds. I felt a pull, a whisper urging me forward, into the unknown.

The chat was silent, the gravity of the moment filling the screen with anticipation.

With a final glance at Kijin and Raijuu, I took a deep breath and stepped through the doorway, feeling the weight of the Forgotten's legacy settle over me as the darkness closed in.