Lilith's crimson eyes held Isolde's gaze as she spoke, her voice soft but carrying weight. "That's what they called it."
Isolde's pale eyes widened. Her lips parted, then closed. When she spoke again, her voice was quieter—almost reverent.
"So it's true. That dungeon... it really did birth anomalies." She shook her head slowly, her crimson hair shifting against her shoulders. "I'd heard rumors, but I didn't believe them. Dungeons like that aren't supposed to exist anymore."
Ignis tilted her head, flames flickering with curiosity. "Hee? Is that dungeon really that famous?"
Isolde's gaze drifted to the cocoon, where Adam's evolution was nearing its end. Her voice was distant, almost dreamy.
"That dungeon is dangerous. The mana there is dense—thick as honey, they say. It pools in the depths, feeding whatever creatures are born there." She paused, her brow furrowing. "And it's also the tomb of someone who once shook the world."
Ignis's eyes went wide. "A tomb? Whose tomb?"
