As Elias silently whispered "Containment" in his mind, the atmosphere within the old mansion shifted dramatically.
The ground beneath them trembled as if in the grip of an earthquake, doors and windows flung open and shut in a chaotic dance, and a chilling wind howled through the halls, transforming the place into a scene reminiscent of a haunted mansion assaulted by a ferocious storm.
In the midst of this turmoil, even Luna, with her formidable tentacled form, felt a surge of anxiety.
Her tentacles writhed uneasily, a clear sign of her distress.
She curled up tightly, her gaze fixed on the deeper, darker parts of the mansion, as if she sensed the presence of a powerful, unseen force beckoning her.
It was only the gentle, reassuring touch of Elias that prevented her from succumbing to her instincts and fleeing in terror.
