The Heart Beneath the Treasury
After Victor and Clara retrieved the still-sleeping Lane, they made their way toward the Dungeon Core.
Lane rested quietly against Victor's back this time, her arms loosely draped over his shoulders. Even unconscious, she leaned toward him instinctively. Clara noticed—and pretended not to.
The deeper chamber they entered was different from the battle floors.
Quieter.
Colder.
The air no longer hummed with hostility but with something heavier—ancient, stagnant power.
"This is where the Dungeon Core is kept," Clara said, her voice echoing softly against stone walls. "It's also… the treasury."
Victor arched an eyebrow slightly.
"The treasury?"
"Yes."
That single word raised several questions in his mind.
Why place the Dungeon Core in the treasury?
Why does a structure that exists only to spawn monsters even have a treasury?
And finally—who owns the treasure once the Dungeon is cleared? Do the ones who defeat it claim everything?
