Yelena’s POV

“Hello, do you need help?” a voice called out, cutting through the stillness of the chamber.

“NO,” Yelena responded reflexively, her voice firm yet gentle.

“Are you bored?” the voice asked again, this time with curiosity.

“Just a little, young one,” she replied, glancing over at the boy. 'Who is this cute boy? And how did he even manage to get here?' she thought, puzzled. It wasn’t easy for someone, especially a human, to stumble upon this place. But his eyes...they told her he wasn’t entirely human.

“I’m not young, I’m centuries old,” Kee answered, in a tone she found almost endearing in its childishness.

“And I’m many thousands of years old, so?” she shot back casually.

“Do you want to teach me something?” he asked, and this caught her by surprise. 'Why would I teach him anything? I don’t even know him.'

“Why?” she asked, more curious than before.

“Who are you?” Kee asked, his expression genuinely puzzled.

Yelena couldn’t help but find the question amusing. 'He doesn’t even know who I am, yet he’s asking me to teach him? Weird.'

“You don’t know?” she replied.

“No.”

“Well, it’s only polite to introduce yourself first,” she said, her voice taking on a teasing edge.

“True,” Kee conceded. “My name is Kee. I’ve lost my memories and come to another world.”

“Yelena,” she introduced herself. “I give you permission to call me that. So, you’re an otherworlder, huh?” She paused, her mind turning over the implications. 'No wonder he’s so odd. He doesn’t just come from a different place, but from a different world altogether.'

“By any chance…are you stuck here? Trapped by someone? A hero or a demon king perhaps?” Kee asked, the question so innocent and out of place that Yelena couldn’t help but laugh.

“Pffft! Hahahaha!!!” Yelena laughed, her voice like a melodic chime in the room. 'What a strange question. I wonder how he’d react if he knew how others truly saw me.'

“Umm…” Kee stammered, unsure of how to respond.

“Sorry, it was just funny,” Yelena said, regaining her composure. “But no, I didn’t get trapped. The number of people who could even attempt that can be counted on one hand—and they’d have to risk their lives to do it. No, I imprisoned myself because of guilt, though I’ve been told it wasn’t my fault.”

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“Oh. By the way, heroes come to me—or the Spirit Queen—for the blessing of spirits. And for the record, there’s no such thing as demon kings, only demon lords.”

“So, are you like an elven angel apostle?” Kee asked, still trying to piece together her identity.

"who knows?" Yelena, teased back.

The chat continued from there for long time.

They talked for what seemed like days, and Yelena found herself giving Kee several survival tips. She couldn’t help it—he was interesting, and his curiosity made the conversations worthwhile.

“Well, since you don’t know when you’ll be freed, how about coming with me?” Kee asked out of the blue, his tone sincere.

That caught Yelena off guard. 'An outrageous proposal,' she thought, intrigued.

“You can’t break the barrier, you know,” she pointed out.

“I know, but I think I can move it,” Kee replied, his voice filled with determination.

“What?” Yelena was genuinely curious now. Kee didn’t seem to have an abundance of magicules, nor did he appear to be a spiritual being. How was he planning to move her prison? Despite his claim, he didn’t seem particularly strong, certainly not on the level of someone who could manipulate a barrier like this. 'INTERESTING,' she thought. 'I’d like to see what he has up his sleeve.'

Kee explained, “A sub-skill of mine, Memory Palace, lets me store physical objects in my mind space. I think I can fit this entire room. I’ve been expanding how much I can store, and I want to try. it not something overpowered like modifying space or being able to capture moving objects like some kind of black hole it requires time and patience its more like a storage skill based on my mind/memory”

Yelena’s curiosity deepened. “You’ve got a lot of surprises, don’t you? Having two or more unique skills is rare enough, but one that can isolate space while keeping living things ... very interesting. Go ahead, you’ve got my attention.” 'after all even if this is an attempt to kill me it wont work after all if i truly wanted it i could escape this place when i wanted and i wouldn't truly die even if someone killed me here'

A translucent golden and reddish aura began to emerge from Kee’s forehead. Slowly, it extended outward, wrapping itself around the chamber. The aura enveloped the room completely, seeping into every crevice and rune, and after fifteen long minutes—minutes that felt like hours to Kee—the entire space was absorbed into his mind. When the process was done, nothing remained but the hollow cave where the room once stood.

“Yelena?” Kee called out, uncertain.

“Yeah,” Yelena’s voice echoed in his mind, soft yet clear, angelic in its tone.

“Okay, you’re here. So, how is it? What’s it like?” Kee asked, wondering how she perceived the world now.

“It’s... like watching the world through someone else’s eyes. It’s nice, actually. I can enjoy this refreshing new adventure from a different perspective,” she said thoughtfully.

“Alright, where to next?” Kee asked, ready for whatever was to come.

“Don’t ask me,” Yelena replied. “In fact, talk to me as little as possible. I’ve already taught you the basics. Now, go live your own adventure, and let me watch in peace.”

'though that would get annoying so maybe ill make some exceptions' she thought to herself

“Yes, ma’am,” Kee said, a grin on his face.

As Kee moved forward on his journey, Yelena silently observed. Deep within his mind space, she sifted through his memories. 'This space is unique,' she thought, admiring the complexity of the skill. 'These memories aren’t simply blank... there’s a seal, and it’s high-level. Even in my current form, it would be difficult to break. I’d need to merge with at least one of my split bodies to recover enough power to try... but there’s a crack. Something happened, and I want to know who did this and why. What makes these memories so special that they were sealed with such a powerful spell?'