"Nyan (Translation: As the one chosen by the Skill Tree, you must make the pilgrimage to the Sacred Land with me. And there, I need you to seal it off. Forever. We must make sure neither the Collapse Theorists nor the Dungeon Foundation ever reach it. Only you can do this, Akatani-kun.)"
"Only me, huh? Even if I make it to the Sacred Land, how exactly do I seal it off?"
"Nyan (Translation: There are several steps. When the time comes, I'll do it. So please, just take me there.)"
The pilgrimage to the Sacred Land. Two paths stood before me:
First—walk with the Dungeon Foundation agent, that shady guy with the weird vibes and even weirder laugh. I don't trust him.
Second—Tree Cat. My fluffy, adorable, trusted friend. If I ignored this precious feline's plea, surely I'd be condemned to hell.
I clutched the "Withered Seed of Blood—Adams Seed."
"You said you got some memories back. Does that include why you had 13 of these seeds in the first place?"
