Oriana and Yorian directed their attention to the slowly swinging door, which had now opened fully, revealing the dark room bathed in the eerie glow of moonlight and shrouded in a thick fog. A tall figure stood in the dark room, trying to take at least a single step ahead with much effort, his weak body seemingly intent on departing the room.
In the midst of the obscurity, moonbeams streamed in through the window behind him, his figure cloaked in an aura of solemnity, resembling a lost soul wandering through the abyss.
Oriana's heart sank, her fists clenching in tighter to see the figure like this. This time, she wasted no moments waiting and moved resolutely toward the enigmatic figure in that room. Yorian offered no resistance, recognizing that this was Oriana's only opportunity to enter that room.
