Old Daoist

He swiftly turned to Rina, his gaze firm but comforting. "Come on, Rina. Let's hurry back toward the entrance. Maybe Fiora panicked and rushed back there."

Rina nodded quickly, her eyes flickering with anxiety. "Right behind you, Young Master."

Without wasting another moment, Orion led the way swiftly through the haunting illusions and spectral environments they had previously navigated, now barely paying any heed to the ghostly whispers or unsettling apparitions that still attempted to draw their attention.

The once-entertaining illusions had become irrelevant now, replaced by the pressing urgency to locate Fiora.

Their hurried footsteps echoed urgently in the dimly lit corridors, every step heavier with concern. Rina's eyes constantly scanned the shadows, worry clouding her typically playful expression.