Rain continued to cascade around them, as the swirling mist acted like a veil, obscuring the world beyond. The silence between the two was pregnant with emotions and past memories. Thunder rumbled softly in the distance.
Asher's grin transformed into a somber smile, understanding the storm raging inside his old comrade, "Have you heard the rumors?" Asher began, breaking the silence, "About Golden Prince, or rather his ghost, lingering around in this quest?"
Mikhail's stormy eyes searched Asher's face, still grappling with disbelief.
"That... was you?" he whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of hope and trepidation, "Prove it... Show me your light."
Asher's gaze dropped, and he let out a sigh that carried a hint of sorrow, "I can't...not anymore. I had to use a powerful treasure, a one-time thing. I can't replicate that again."
