A red mist seeped from the bald monk's body, curling like smoke before drifting toward Mirabella.
She hovered in the air, barely conscious, unable to resist. The mist slipped effortlessly into her body.
The monk, now seated cross-legged on the same mattress Mirabella had once occupied, pressed his palms together and began to chant in a low, rhythmic hum.
A golden light bloomed around him, first wrapping his body in radiance, then expanding to envelop the entire space.
Suddenly, a thunderous crash echoed from outside.
"Mirabella, Mirabella… I didn't expect to find you hiding here."
Stone and dust exploded into the air, scattered by the sheer force of the impact.
From the settling cloud stepped a hulking man, his long golden hair swaying with each movement. His entire body shimmered in a golden metallic sheen, from the sockets of his eyes down to his bare feet.
Zarek figured he should probably check his pp too, but he had little doubt, it was likely gold as well.
