A soft ball of light emerged from Alice's chest, cradled carefully in her palms.
Within the light was an ancient brass key, threaded with a golden chain. At first glance, it seemed ordinary, but upon closer inspection, intricate and delicate patterns could be found on it, becoming more and more captivating the longer you looked, drawing you in involuntarily.
'A key...'
In the world of magic, keys symbolize countless mysteries. And for Alice, who could travel between dreams, reality, and reflections, keys were essential for unlocking new worlds.
'I'm sure Father would be pleased to see this—"Oh, have you become a gate key already? As expected of my daughter. Then let us destroy the kingdom together!"'
The Depraved Hero spoke nonsensical lines in a chant-like tone.
The Hero resisted the urge to roll her eyes and decided to ignore her.
Smiling slightly at Alice, the Hero lowered her head, the ponytail at the back swaying gently.
"Help me put it on." She said softly.
