The Potrait

After climbing the ladder, the group found themselves in a chill room.

The walls of the room had begun cracking, the furniture in it had been eroded by time, growing green life on their surface.

Cobwebs, accompanied with visible dust littered around. Ants and other insects came out to play in this outdated room.

However, if there was one thing that remained clean even after all these years, it was the bed.

The king-size bed was free from the eroding dust. There was not a single cobweb that dared linger around the edges of the beds. Even the playful ants avoided going near the bed.

"Why is it cold?" shivered River.

She couldn't afford to coat her body with her energy. So, she wrapped her arms around herself in a bid to create natural body heat.

Eden ignored her as he inspected the room. He touched the bed and trembled in shock.

At the tip of his fingers, a cold sheet of ice started spreading!