The path was hard to travel. Traps lay everywhere, as though someone had deliberately sealed it off.
In the end, solving the puzzles fell to Dan Heng.
For a Nameless, it was nothing out of the ordinary.
The intricate lock opened, revealing a passage for the three of them.
"This is where we grew up."
The room before them was dim, lit only by torches and candles on the walls.
There were many books here. Perhaps Tribios had drawn the knowledge she needed to become a holy maiden from them.
"You... grew up in a place like this?"
Looking around the empty room, Phainon felt a weight settle over him.
It looked more like a prison than a child's bedroom.
Who would put so many traps outside someone's room? Certainly not a holy maiden everyone truly revered.
There was something Phainon did not quite dare say: this room looked like a place of house arrest.
Tine explained:
"By the time we were born, the title of holy maiden had already become meaningless."
"Those who could hear the Titans' guidance were bound to become mouthpieces for others."
"But for appearances' sake, those in power did make the place a little more presentable."
"And with Mother beside us, our childhood wasn't unhappy."
Phainon looked at the room, his chest tightening. "Even so... I can hardly imagine it."
Tine gave him a faint smile.
"It was only twenty years or so. They passed quickly."
"Teacher Tining... twenty years is a long time for most people."
"I suppose so." Tine nodded slightly.
"After becoming a Demigod, even my sense of time..."
Looking at the room where she had once lived, Tine grew a little wistful.
"I can't believe it's been so long."
"Oloronis's power is incredible. This place looks exactly as it did back