In the midst of Rhea's nightmare, the scene unfolded with a chilling intensity. The gloomy dark realm of the dead materialized around her, a strange place where ghostly figures roamed, their ethereal forms flickering in the dim, otherworldly light. The air was heavy with an eerie silence, broken only by the distant echoes of mournful cries.
Amidst this haunting realm, Rhea's attention was drawn to a figure just ahead. It was a ghostly woman, her features obscured by a veil of sorrow. Her eyes were filled with anguish, and her voice echoed with a chilling wail. She reached out towards Rhea, her translucent hand trembling.
"Save my son," she pleaded, her voice carrying an unbrekable resonance. "Save him from the clutches of those people. You promised me before. Please, you have to help him. He's in danger."
Rhea's heart pounded in her chest as she tried to comprehend the gravity of the situation. The urgency in the ghostly woman's voice sent shivers down her spine.
