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The silence lingered as we stepped out of the chamber, leaving the monolith and the visions of the Forgotten behind. But their presence still clung to the air, their whispers echoing in my mind, filling each step with a new sense of weight. The light from the object I held had dimmed, as if content now that its message had been received, but it still pulsed faintly, a steady rhythm that seemed to guide us deeper.

The chat was buzzing with reactions, their excitement tempered by the gravity of what we'd just uncovered.

: Tsukasa, that was incredible. I can't believe you're carrying the legacy of the Forgotten.

: You're basically like an ancient historian now. This is huge.

: It feels like something has changed in the dungeon. Like it's watching you.

I tightened my grip on the object, the weight of the Forgotten's final words lingering in my mind. They hadn't wanted vengeance; they had wanted remembrance. To carry their story forward, to make sure they weren't erased from history, was now part of my journey. Kijin and Raijuu stayed close, their usual energy subdued as if they too felt the somber presence left behind by the Forgotten.

The passage we followed twisted and narrowed, leading into the heart of the Forbidden Floors. Strange carvings adorned the walls, spiraling and shifting in patterns that seemed to move even when I stood still. The path ahead was shrouded in darkness, yet the faint hum from the object gave me a sense of direction.

"Everyone," I murmured, my voice just a whisper, "we're heading further in. Whatever's down here… it feels like it's watching us."

The chat was a mix of awe and concern.

: You're really going deeper? This floor is a whole different beast.

: Be careful, Tsukasa. That place is ancient, and it has its own rules.

: Forbidden Floors or not, we're with you all the way.

The tunnel opened into another cavern, this one even larger than the last. Shadows clung to the walls, pooling in the corners like something alive. At the center of the room was a strange structure—a stone pedestal, engraved with symbols that glowed faintly, casting an eerie light over the floor.

I approached it cautiously, keeping the camera focused on the pedestal for the chat to see. The closer I got, the louder the object hummed, resonating with the markings on the pedestal. It was as if they were communicating, their energies intertwining in a language too old to understand.

"Kijin, Raijuu," I murmured, signaling them to stay alert. They flanked me, their eyes scanning the darkness as I held the object above the pedestal. For a moment, nothing happened, and then, slowly, the symbols on the pedestal began to glow, brighter and brighter until they cast the entire room in a pale, otherworldly light.

The chat exploded with reactions.

: What's happening?! It's like the whole room just came to life!

: This is insane. Those symbols are reacting to the object!

: Tsukasa, you're unlocking something ancient. Be careful!

The light from the pedestal coalesced, forming a spectral figure—a woman clad in robes, her form flickering like an old memory. Her eyes were closed, and her expression was calm, but there was a solemnity to her presence that made the air feel heavy.

I held my breath as the figure opened her eyes, her gaze settling on me. There was a weight to her stare, as if she could see through every layer of me, into my thoughts, my intentions.

"Bearer of the key,"

she intoned, her voice soft but resonant, filling the chamber with a sense of calm.

"You have ventured far, touched by the memories of the Forgotten. But do you truly understand the cost of carrying their legacy?"

The chat was silent for a moment, then flooded with questions and support.

: Does she mean the cost of remembrance? What does she know?

: Tsukasa, don't back down! You've come this far.

: Whatever it is, we're with you. Just keep going.

I took a steadying breath. "I don't fully understand yet," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "But I want to know. I want to see this through."

The woman's expression softened, a hint of sadness flickering in her eyes. She raised a hand, gesturing toward the darkness surrounding us. Shadows began to twist and shift, forming images—scenes from a forgotten time. I saw glimpses of cities, powerful figures wielding magic, battles waged in darkened skies. It was the history of the Forgotten, unraveling before us.

"The Forgotten were not merely erased from history,"

she continued, her voice filled with sorrow.

"Their very existence was torn from the fabric of this world. To carry their memory is to carry their pain, their loss, their unfinished battle."

The weight of her words settled over me, and I glanced down at the object in my hand, feeling its faint pulse as if responding to her. This wasn't just about preserving a legacy; it was about shouldering the burden of a people who had been silenced.

The chat was somber, their words echoing the gravity of the moment.

: This is deeper than just a story. They're asking you to carry their fight.

: I didn't realize the Forgotten went through so much. It's tragic.

: Tsukasa, we believe in you. If anyone can carry this, it's you.

The woman's gaze softened as she looked at the object in my hand, then back at me. >

"To carry their legacy is a choice. You can leave this place, and the weight will lift. Or you can continue, and bear the cost that comes with remembrance."

I closed my eyes for a moment, the enormity of the decision settling over me. The Forgotten hadn't asked for vengeance, nor had they sought redemption. They wanted their story to be known, to live on, even if only in the memories of those who walked these halls.

When I opened my eyes, my resolve was clear. "I'll carry it," I said firmly. "I'll carry their memory, their story, and whatever burden comes with it."

The woman's expression softened further, and for the first time, I saw a hint of relief in her eyes. She reached out, her hand passing through the object, and a faint glow enveloped her form.

"Then their story lives on. And with it, so shall you."

Her form began to fade, the light dimming as she dissolved into the darkness, leaving only a lingering warmth in the room. The pedestal's glow faded as well, the symbols returning to their dormant state, as if satisfied with the promise I'd made.

The chat was alive with encouragement and support.

: That was beautiful, Tsukasa. You're carrying something sacred now.

: The Forgotten deserve to be remembered. Thank you for doing this.

: This journey is just beginning, but we're with you every step of the way.

I looked at Kijin and Raijuu, both of them watching me with calm understanding. Whatever lay ahead, we were no longer just explorers in a dungeon. We were now the bearers of a forgotten legacy, entrusted with a story that had been hidden in the depths of history.

As we turned to leave the chamber, the symbols on the walls seemed to glow a little brighter, as if lighting the path ahead. The weight of the Forgotten's story rested on my shoulders, but for the first time, I felt a sense of clarity.

We stepped into the shadows, the echoes of the past following us, guiding us deeper into the unknown.