Dungeon, Duck and Death?

Alden stood up after a long silence.

He had been sitting there for hours, thinking.

The dragon girl from before—what she said still echoed in his mind. 

Something about time distortions. 

Something about being from another timeline.

He didn't fully understand it.

But he had guesses.

This dungeon wasn't normal. It was twisted. 

Distorted. 

A place where timelines might have converged.

That girl was from another time. 

And the way she looked at him—

There was something strangely familiar in her eyes.

Alden clenched his fist.

She resembled Amyra. 

Not directly. 

But in that look. 

That aura.

Was she related to her?

Maybe an ancestor?

Or... a descendant?

But the way she carried herself—like someone from an older era.

Ancestor felt more likely.