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"Oh, here we are, huh?" Ignatius mused, floating beside me. As we stepped into a wider chamber, a vast infested cave opened before us. Purple ice crystals jutted from the ground everywhere, and a thick, miasmic curse hung in the air—definitely toxic for most living beings.
For us, though, it was harmless. My Familiars shared my immunities, so they shrugged it off just like I did. And thanks to my new Spirit Heart, this dark energy actually nourished me; I absorbed it steadily and converted it into raw power.
"I see. Everything's damn purple. Brings back awful memories of those Miasmic Beasts inside your Dungeon, Sylphy," Beelzebub sighed.
"I detect we're not alone. A large horde approaches…" Armageddon warned. "Shall I handle them?"
"No. For now, just watch, Armageddon. You're far too destructive, and I'm not sure I can trust you with this yet."
"What?!" She bristled with annoyance. "Are you saying I'm untrustworthy?! I am trustworthy! I'm a reliable spirit and familiar!"
