[The dungeon core is a medium that stores the chaotic universe essence. With processing it can slowly be siphoned by beings to get stronger. Taking it directly risks being corrupted by the raw essence of the universe itself and becoming a monster. But considering the latent ability of Host's bloodline, Host should be fine.]
"Latent ability? What the fuck's that supposed to mean?" Aaron snapped, glaring at the dungeon core in his hand. Its glow pulsed like a living thing, wild energy buzzing through his fingers, tempting him to dive in. The system's cryptic-ass answer was grinding his gears, same as always.
[Host don't need to worry. Host will find out soon enough.]
"Fair point, you shady bastard," Aaron muttered, shoving the system's vague bullshit to the back of his mind. He turned to the Ice Queen, her pale face tight with fear, white hair catching the dungeon's icy light like a damn ghost. Her eyes screamed she'd do anything to not get smoked. Time to move this shit along.
