Ahead of him was a beautiful black-and-red coffin, massive in size, exuding an aura of ancient power. He tried to move closer, but his body felt paralyzed. Just as he gathered his strength to approach, the image shifted again, and he found himself standing directly before the coffin.
It was intricate and imposing, with runes glowing faintly along its edges. Asher's eyes were drawn to its center, where a translucent image of a woman lay sleeping within. She was stunningly beautiful, her dark hair cascading around her, and her closed eyes held an eerie calmness.
Without warning, her eyes snapped open. They were pitch-black with glowing purple irises, staring directly at him. The sheer intensity of her gaze caused his heart to stop for a moment, and a cold sweat ran down his back.
Before he could react further, the vision dissolved, and Asher found himself back in his dorm room, gasping for breath.