Trapped

Under the castle of the clan of Kerther, there located a dimension filled to the brim with mist. The dimension had no boundary in sight and had no end. It had been a dimension not visited by a living being for the last long years.

But today, there were visitors to the pocket dimension. In fact, there were two visitors.

But the fact about 'living' was debatable in this case. Because one of them was already dead and the other one was barely clinging to life.

Amongst the two bodies, the body of an old woman with white hair was already cold. There was no movement, and the rise and fall which indicated that the person was breathing at all. She was dead.

And the other body not very far away from her was also toeing the line into the realm of death. The only reason the body of the young man was still clinging to life was due to the floating orb of light that was weaving around above him.