"Stay here," Nellas told Minhe, his voice steady yet kind, locking eyes with her to show how serious he was. "I want to try something."
Minhe looked confused but nodded, trusting Nellas' judgment.
Nellas stepped closer, moving with care, fixated on the frail old man. The air was thick with tension, and the scent of earth and fading flowers wafted around them.
As he approached, he noticed the old man's once shiny silver beard now appeared dull and lifeless, blending with the surrounding shadows. The dim light of the setting sun cast an eerie glow on the scene.
The young girl glanced up, tears streaming down her cheeks, as Nellas sat beside her, gently placing his hand on the old man's chest.
As Nellas touched the old man, a strong wave of darkness engulfed him. It felt like a frightening force consuming the old man from within. He could sense the sinister aura, and it sent shivers down his spine.
