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It is the core of my being. It's what gives me life. That dungeon core. An object that acted as my very life. It had saved me from death once. And had shown itself to be immensely useful.

But it's also a weakness, a glaring one that seemed to only grow bigger the more I gained power. As with every level it grew that much bigger, making it an even larger target to people that know of it.

That's why - and it's imperative that this is my first and highest objective - that I must keep it hidden. It is for my safety, for my life. I must keep it safe. At all costs.

But then, a thought. What if that boy has it too? What if- what if that's why I can never seem to pin him down.

My bleary eyes open and blink out tears.

He had shown me an illusion, one that had a core just like mine. Had known that I would take that opportunity, and just like it confirmed his suspicions - not that he didn't already know - but it also confirmed mine.