Before the Erasure.
If there was one thing Ren knew, it was that the tunnels beneath the Elder's Building were not meant to be found.
The air was heavy, and every step Ren and Lilith took stirred motes of dust into the air.
They were sure that the number of people who had passed through these halls in the last hundred years could be counted on one hand.
Ren led the way, his eyes fixed ahead and hand outstretched. Behind him, Lilith followed in silence, her knives drawn and Pull resonance ready for anything.
Ren reached into his spatial pouch, drawing a torch from it. He lit the touch, the light of the flames blooming to push the darkness around them away.
Ren kept roaming the maze, searching for anything that would point him in the right direction. It had been more than nine years since he came to this world. The memories of the game have long since faded to a blur.
All he knew was that in the race for the Primordial Flame, he was currently in the lead.
