The staircase wound downward like a serpent carved from obsidian. Kael's torch flickered weakly, its light struggling against the endless dark. Each step hummed faintly — like the dungeon itself was breathing.
He had walked for what felt like hours when the walls began to change. They no longer shimmered like glass but rippled, as if made of black water. His reflection followed beside him — but it was older, wearing armor he didn't own.
"The dungeon shows you what you could become," the voice of the system whispered faintly in his mind.
Kael didn't reply. He had learned not to trust the voice completely.
When he reached the final step, the air shifted. The world opened into a massive cavern lit by faint blue light — crystals that floated in the air like frozen stars. The ground beneath him was cracked marble, carved with enormous runes pulsing slowly.
A faint sound echoed through the vast space.
It wasn't wind.
It was singing.
A woman's voice — soft, sorrowful, echoing through eternity.
Kael raised his sword cautiously. "Who's there?"
The song stopped. Silence. Then, from behind a row of floating crystals, a faint figure appeared — translucent, draped in white cloth that moved like mist. Her eyes glowed pale silver, and a chain of light bound her wrists.
"You… are not one of them," she said softly. Her voice was neither warm nor cold — it was tired.
Kael kept his blade up. "One of who?"
The figure tilted her head. "The gods. The jailers of truth."
He froze. "You know about the gods?"
A faint smile crossed her lips. "I knew them… before the fall." She floated closer, and Kael could finally see her clearly — a spirit, faint but radiant. Her face bore a calm sadness, like someone who had watched centuries pass in silence.
"I am Lysara," she said. "Once the Keeper of the Fourth Gate. Now… just a memory that refuses to fade."
Kael lowered his weapon slightly but didn't let his guard drop. "Why are you chained?"
Lysara looked down at the glowing cuffs on her wrists. "Because I remembered."
Her words struck something inside him.
"Remembered… what?"
"That humans were never meant to be slaves. That once, long ago, they commanded the elements themselves."
Kael's heart stopped for a moment. He remembered the vision from the previous floor — a human city in flames, gods descending from the skies.
"You mean… humans had power?"
Lysara nodded slowly. "They were the architects of the first world. The gods you worship now were once their creations — beings made to guard the balance of nature. But power breeds envy. When the gods learned how to feed on faith, they revolted. They chained their creators and erased their history."
Kael's fists clenched. "And the dungeon?"
"The dungeon is humanity's last rebellion," Lysara said, her tone gaining strength. "Each floor holds fragments of your ancestors' memories — sealed by the gods to keep you ignorant."
Kael stepped closer. "Then why help me?"
Lysara smiled faintly. "Because your soul carries an echo of the first rebellion. I felt it the moment you stepped onto this floor. You are one of them — a spark of the original bloodline."
He blinked. "You mean… I'm a descendant of the first humans?"
"More than that," she whispered. "You are a reawakening."
---
The Test of Memory
The ground suddenly shook. The runes beneath their feet flared with light.
[System Notice: Fourth Trial Initiated – Memory of the Lost.]
[Objective: Restore the Forgotten Spirit.]
Lysara's expression turned grim. "The dungeon will test your intent. If you fail, I will vanish forever."
Before Kael could ask, the light engulfed them both.
When he opened his eyes, he was no longer in the dungeon. He stood in a vast field of silver grass under a burning red sky. Enormous shadowy figures towered in the distance — gods in armor of flame and light, wielding spears that shone brighter than stars.
Around him, humans in shining armor fought desperately — some wielding blades of wind, others casting storms with their bare hands.
Kael gasped. "This is…"
"The last war," Lysara's voice echoed beside him. "Humanity's fall."
He turned to see her standing among the warriors, no longer a spirit but alive, her hair flowing like moonlight. "Watch, and remember," she said.
A massive figure descended from the heavens — golden wings, eyes like suns. The air itself trembled at its presence.
"Submit," the god's voice thundered. "Your kind is flawed. You shall serve."
A man stepped forward from the human army — the same man Kael had seen in his earlier vision, the chained warrior.
"We made you to protect life, not to rule it!" he shouted.
The god's eyes flared, and a wave of divine fire consumed the battlefield.
Kael screamed — the heat was real, the pain unbearable — but the world didn't end. It looped again, showing the same battle over and over. Each time, humans fell.
"They lost," Lysara said quietly. "But before their end, they sealed fragments of their souls into the dungeon — a hope that one day, a descendant would find them."
The fire faded. The vision began to crumble.
[System Notice: Willpower Challenge Detected.]
[Endure or Perish.]
Kael's knees buckled, but he forced himself to stand. The weight of a thousand dead souls pressed against his mind, whispering their failures.
He gritted his teeth. "I won't let their memory fade… Not again."
Light burst from his chest, spreading through the battlefield. The fallen humans rose — not alive, but as spectral echoes, fighting once more beside him.
Kael raised his sword and roared, "For the Forgotten!"
He charged the god's illusion, his White Ember Blade blazing. The divine spear met his strike — and for the first time, divine fire cracked under human will.
The world exploded in light.
---
When the glow faded, Kael found himself kneeling back in the dungeon chamber, panting heavily. His sword was glowing brighter than ever — the white flame now mixed with faint silver patterns.
Lysara hovered above him, her chains gone. Her form was clearer now, almost solid.
"You remembered," she said softly. "The dungeon recognizes your resolve."
A window appeared before Kael's eyes:
[Trial Complete.]
[Reward: Spirit Bond – Lysara, Keeper of Memory.]
[Skill Unlocked: Soul Resonance.]
Allows the user to synchronize with spirit entities for enhanced power and shared perception.
Kael looked up at her. "So you're… coming with me?"
Lysara smiled. "Until my purpose ends. The gods must not find you unguarded."
"Then we move," Kael said, pushing himself to his feet.
---
Echoes from Above
Far above, in the Sanctum of the Divine, light rippled across a vast golden hall.
A colossal figure cloaked in radiance turned his gaze toward the mortal world.
"The Fourth Seal… has broken," the god murmured. His voice echoed across realms.
Another voice answered — softer, female, yet sharp like thunder. "Impossible. No human can reach that depth. They lost that right millennia ago."
The god's eyes narrowed. "And yet… one has."
He lifted his hand, summoning a mirror of light. Within it, Kael's image appeared — a human with a glowing sword, walking beside a spirit.
"The cycle begins again," the god whispered. "The Infinite Dungeon awakens its chosen."
A ripple of divine energy spread across the heavens.
"Send the heralds," the god commanded. "Before the rebellion finds its voice."
---
The Path Forward
Back in the dungeon, Kael and Lysara walked side by side through the cracked marble halls. Her form glowed faintly, illuminating the path.
Kael spoke quietly. "If the gods find out I'm here…"
"They already have," Lysara interrupted. "The divine realm is bound to the dungeon. Each floor you conquer weakens their seal."
He frowned. "Then every step I take—"
"—brings you closer to both freedom and destruction," she finished softly.
Kael stopped, staring ahead into the darkness. "Then I'll keep walking."
Lysara looked at him curiously. "You don't fear death?"
He smiled faintly. "I've already lived as if I were dead. This—" he gestured to the glowing corridor "—is the first time I've ever felt alive."
The spirit's eyes softened. "Then perhaps… the world still has hope."
---
The path ended at a massive gate covered in glowing sigils. In its center was a symbol Kael hadn't seen before — a circle of seven wings, each cracked.
[System Notice: Floor 5 Locked – Requires Divine Key Fragment.]
Kael sighed. "Figures. It was never going to be easy."
Lysara floated closer, her eyes narrowing at the sigil. "That mark… belongs to the first god who rebelled against humanity. The one who led the purge."
Kael looked up. "Then he's the one who started all this."
"Yes," she said quietly. "And his name… is Seraphion."
Kael clenched his fist. "Then Seraphion's the one I'll face."
The ground trembled, as if the dungeon itself had heard his words.
[New Objective Unlocked: The First Rebellion's Heir.]
[Goal: Find the Seven Fragments of the Divine Key.]
Kael turned toward the path that led deeper into the abyss. "Let's find the first one."
As he stepped forward, Lysara's voice echoed softly behind him.
"Be careful, Kael. The gods won't send mortals next. They'll send something worse."
He glanced back, eyes steady. "Let them."
The glow of his sword reflected in his eyes — fierce, unyielding.
"I've already started the rebellion they tried to erase."
The light faded as they walked into the dark once more — the human and the forgotten spirit, moving toward a destiny that would shake heaven itself.
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To be continue...