"My Father? Are you a friend of my father?" Orion was stupefied for a second but then remembered something and asked. "Forget it. What do you mean by Lyra was never really here? Was she an illusion?"
Gideon's voice softened as he explained. "Illusion and reality, both. Everything you saw—this dungeon, the girl, her story was all constructed from a lingering spiritual echo, buried in this place. This place isn't a dungeon, Orion. It is Lyra's tomb. Lyra was real… once. She was a girl who entered this dungeon many years ago and got caught by a mage, who used her as an experiment. As she was imprisoned here, she encountered four people, but she still couldn't make out. In the end, she killed herself to free her evil self, but little did she know that once she had done it, the curse placed on her evil self was activated, letting her go berserk, like an animal that lost its sanity. By the time she had managed to kill the mage, her spirit was exhausted, and she died soon after."
