In the depths of the mist, he saw a familiar figure.
It was Trish, but she looked in an extremely terrible state.
Her whole being seemed like a semi-transparent ghost, her body constantly oscillating between reality and void, as if she might completely fade away at any moment.
She seemed to sense the gaze, turning her head in Ron's direction.
Those eyes, once filled with vitality, now held only deep despair and a silent plea for help.
Her lips moved silently as if she was saying something, but no sound could be heard.
Ron tried to enhance the energy output of the crystal orb, hoping to establish a more stable connection.
But the image soon began to fracture, like a piece of paper being torn apart by an invisible giant hand, eventually fading completely into the void.
The crystal orb returned to tranquility, though its surface glow became even fainter.
"They are still alive... in a sense."
Ron gazed intently at the crystal orb in his hand and began a calm analysis:
