Max crossed his arms and asked casually—
"By the way… have you ever gone to the fifth floor of this temple?"
The blob of slime bobbed slightly in thought before responding.
"No, I haven't. Why do you ask?"
Max sighed.
He had hoped that the blob, having been the temple's guardian for thousands of years, would have some knowledge about the miniature sun he had seen on the fifth floor.
But it seemed—
His expectations were too high.
The blob tilted its form, noticing Max's reaction.
"Why do you ask?"
Max shook his head, shrugging slightly.
"There was a miniature sun in one of the rooms. A massive ball of fire, burning intensely, hotter than anything I've ever felt."
He paused, recalling the scene vividly.
"Aside from that… the room was completely empty. I thought you might know something about it, but since you've never even entered the fifth floor, I suppose that was too much to expect."