Aengus entered an old room illuminated by a magical lamp.
He observed the two unconscious figures lying on wooden beds, each attached to a wall on the left and right sides of the room. A window in the center allowed light to filter in.
Aria was already crying beside her father's bed, seeing that their condition had worsened since she last left.
Aengus remained silent, using his Appraisal and All-Seeing Eyes to assess their state.
Their bodies were withered, almost mummy-like, with arms emaciated and remnants of Nether energy swirling inside them.
They looked almost dead, but the faint heartbeat in their chest told, they weren't.
It was already impressive they had held on this long; the lingering scent of potions and herbs suggested they had already used precious resources to sustain them.
"Ethan..." Aria suddenly turned to Aengus, her eyes filled with tears.
Understanding her silent plea, Aengus answered reassuringly,
