Hanging

Ahcehera and Rohzivaan stood in the white marble corridor of the mansion, the soft glow of Cresencia's stars filtering through the crystalline windows.

The air was cool, still carrying the remnants of magic that hummed through this hidden realm.

It was then that they remembered Richmond was still resting inside, his body struggling between life and death.

Rohzivaan's expression turned grim as he glanced at Ahcehera. "We should check on him," he said, his voice lined with worry. "He hasn't woken up since I brought him here."

Ahcehera nodded, her golden eyes shimmering with an otherworldly glow.

"His soul has been tainted by necromancy. If we don't act soon, the corruption might spread beyond saving him."

They walked together through the halls of the grand mansion, reaching the chamber where Richmond lay.

The room was dim, the soft light of Cresencia casting a pale glow over Richmond's still form.