Amberine's feet pounded against the cold stone floor, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she sprinted through the grand hall of Aetherion. Her heart thundered in her chest, each beat echoing like a drum, her entire body driven by a single, overwhelming thought—escape. The spectres were behind her, their hollow eyes glowing with an unnatural light, their whispers growing louder, echoing through her mind like a chorus of the damned. She didn't dare look back, but she could feel their presence, pressing down on her, relentless in their pursuit. It was as if they fed on her fear, drawing closer with every moment of hesitation.