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"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.

: Even the regular floors feel different after everything we\'ve seen.

: Do you think the rest of the dungeon is affected by the Forbidden Floors now?

I nodded slightly. "Maybe it\'s the shift in perspective. Knowing what lies below—it changes things. But whatever it is, we\'re not the same explorers who first came down here."

The path was quiet, and I found myself more aware of the subtle sounds around us. The steady drip of water somewhere in the distance. The faint scuttle of something small in the shadows. Every sound seemed sharper, more pronounced, as though the dungeon itself was watching.

Kijin suddenly stopped, his head tilted, ears flicking as he listened to a sound just out of range. I halted, motioning to Raijuu to stay close. A faint, low hum echoed from up ahead, vibrating against the stone walls. It was rhythmic, not quite mechanical but strangely familiar, resonating with an energy that made my skin prickle.

The chat reacted instantly.

: Do you hear that? It sounds like… a heartbeat?

: I swear, it\'s like the dungeon itself is alive now.

: Be careful, Tsukasa. This isn\'t normal.

I adjusted my grip on the camera, moving forward slowly. "Yeah, chat, I hear it too. It\'s faint, but… it\'s almost like the rhythm of the crystal."

The pulsing continued, growing slightly stronger with each step. It felt alive, resonating with the amulet at my chest, as if echoing the energy of the Forbidden Floors. I glanced at the crystal, noticing its faint glow had returned, and with each pulse, the glow synchronized with the distant hum.

Kijin\'s ears flicked back, his muscles tensing as he crouched low, ready for anything. Raijuu\'s fur bristled again, sparks dancing along his tail as he moved closer, eyes sharp and focused. The three of us advanced carefully, listening to the hum that seemed to guide us.

"Whatever it is," I whispered, more to myself than to the chat, "it\'s connected to the Forbidden Floors. Maybe this is their way of reminding us… or guiding us."

The chat was a mix of excitement and nerves.

: It\'s like they\'re still reaching out, even from below.

: This feels like a test. Are we really leaving the dungeon, or is something waiting?

: You\'re carrying their legacy. This might just be the beginning.

Ahead, the corridor opened into a small chamber. The hum was louder now, reverberating off the walls in a steady rhythm, its intensity seeming to build as we entered the space. The chamber was empty save for a stone pedestal at its center, similar to the one we had found in the heart of the Forbidden Floors. Symbols lined its surface, each one glowing faintly, reflecting the energy of the amulet I now wore.

I held the camera steady, letting the chat see the pedestal in full.

"Look at this, chat. This pedestal—same markings, same energy. It\'s like a message they left behind."

The chat responded immediately.

: This can\'t be a coincidence. They wanted you to find this.

: Another message, maybe? It\'s almost like a breadcrumb trail.

: Whatever\'s happening, don\'t leave without checking it out.

I approached the pedestal cautiously, feeling the energy resonate through me as I drew near. The symbols pulsed gently, as if reacting to my presence, and I felt a warmth emanate from the amulet, the energy flowing from it into the pedestal. It was as though the pedestal was reading the energy I carried, responding to the legacy of the Forgotten that had been entrusted to me.

Suddenly, a faint image appeared above the pedestal—a projection of sorts, shimmering in the dim light. The figure was cloaked, its features obscured, but there was something familiar about its posture, its presence. It was as if a fragment of the Forgotten\'s spirit had come forward, reaching out through the remnants of its ancient energy.

The chat was transfixed, their messages flooding the screen.

: It\'s them. The Forgotten are speaking through this place.

: Are we about to get another message? This is unreal.

: Be careful, Tsukasa. This might be more than just a projection.

The figure raised its hand slowly, and a soft voice filled the chamber, layered and resonant, echoing with the wisdom of ages.

"Bearer of memory… the path you walk is not yet complete. Our story lives within you, but there is still more to understand, more to uncover."

I held my breath, listening to the words with a strange sense of calm. This wasn\'t just a projection; it felt like a direct connection to the essence of the Forbidden Floors, a part of their memory reaching out from beyond.

"What else do I need to understand?" I asked, my voice steady but filled with curiosity. "I thought I was carrying your story. What more is there?"

The figure\'s form wavered, shifting slightly as though considering my question.

"To carry our memory is to carry our purpose. But to truly honor it, you must return to the places we once knew, the lands that bore our people\'s name."

The chat was a mix of awe and confusion.

: Places they once knew? Does this mean there are more locations tied to the Forgotten?

: Is this going beyond the dungeon? You might be looking at a whole new journey.

: They\'re guiding you to something. This isn\'t over.

I glanced down at the amulet, feeling its warmth intensify as the figure\'s words resonated through the air. The crystal seemed to pulse with a renewed energy, as though it held a map, a memory of lands that lay beyond the dungeon\'s walls.

"What are these places?" I asked, focusing on the figure. "How do I find them?"

"Look to the light within the crystal. It will guide you."

The figure\'s image flickered, the glow from the symbols fading slightly, as though the connection was growing weaker. The hum that had filled the chamber began to dim, the energy dispersing slowly. I could feel the weight of their final message settle over me—a direction, a purpose that extended beyond the depths of the Forbidden Floors.

Kijin and Raijuu both glanced at me, their expressions unreadable but calm. I could tell they, too, sensed the importance of the message, the weight of the legacy that had now become more than just a story.

The chat was filled with a sense of anticipation.

: This isn\'t just about the dungeon anymore. You\'re being called to something bigger.

: They\'re guiding you somewhere—like a map to another piece of their history.

: Whatever it is, Tsukasa, we\'re with you. This is a story that has to be told.

The figure\'s image flickered one last time before dissolving into a faint glow that settled over the pedestal. The symbols dimmed, returning to their dormant state, and the hum faded into silence. The only light now came from the crystal and the amulet, their soft, steady rhythm like a heartbeat, echoing with a quiet urgency.

I took a steadying breath, the weight of their message settling over me. This journey wasn\'t over—it was leading somewhere beyond the dungeon, to places that held the Forgotten\'s memories, their legacy, their final secrets.

"We\'re heading back, everyone," I said, adjusting the camera. "But it looks like this isn\'t the end. If what they said is true, then there\'s more out there. And we\'re going to find it."

Kijin moved forward, taking the lead as we exited the chamber. Raijuu stayed close, his gaze watchful, his body relaxed but ready. The corridor stretched before us, silent and still, yet filled with a sense of purpose that hadn\'t been there before.

As we walked, the familiar walls seemed to shift, the weight of the Forbidden Floors lingering like an echo that would never fade. The amulet and crystal pulsed with each step, as if anticipating what lay beyond the dungeon\'s depths. And for the first time, I felt a pull toward something outside, a story that extended past the darkened corridors and into a world waiting to be explored.