Ahrie and Min took another look around.
The air was thick, damp… the kind that clung to your lungs.
Roots crept through cracked stone walls like veins, twisting across the floor.
Ancient carvings lined the pillars, some erased by time, some swallowed by moss.
The faint glow of the mana stones embedded in the walls pulsed, washing the place in a ghostly blue light.
Somewhere in the distance, dripping water echoed… slow… endless.
Their eyes drifted back to Koko.
"So… you living here alone?" Ahrie asked, breaking the silence.
"Ah—no," Koko replied softly. "I used to be in a Link."
"Oh? Where are they now?" Min asked, crouching slightly.
Koko's eyes dulled. She raised her arm and pointed deeper into the ruins.
"There."
Ahrie and Min followed her gaze—
and froze.
Bones.
Dozens of them, scattered across the cold floor — armor rusted, weapons fused with the dirt.
The remnants of a fight long forgotten.
"…Well, damn," Min muttered, scratching his neck.
