"Dark… ice?" Kirika tilted her head in confusion. "What's that? A kind of 'corrupted' ice or something?"
"In a sense, yes," Arachne explained, gazing off into the distance as if this reminded her of a distant memory. "You see… Dark Ice was born as a derivative of True Ice, which was once what powered this ancient civilization that has long fallen into ruin. But what caused it to collapse… is a secret few know."
"And you do?" Cyanide narrowed his eyes and folded his arms. "But you didn't tell us, huh."
"Yes. Because… I didn't want you to come here, truth to be told."
"Why is that?" Luna asked. "If it's just about the dangers like traps and whatnot, just know Cyanide's the type to choose more danger over less, since danger meant rewards in this world."