Everyone who witnessed it stood frozen in stunned silence.
The once-broken, half-collapsed mansion that had loomed like a corpse on the hill now gleamed like a newly built palace. The blackstone walls reflected the sunlight, the soulwood doors shone with fresh polish, and faint runes glowed along the edges of the windows and balconies, casting an aura of divine warmth. Even the air around the estate seemed to shimmer—clean, alive, as though the very curse that had tainted the land for generations had been erased from existence.
People from the nearby district began to gather at the gates, whispering among themselves.
"Is this real?" one murmured. "That place was falling apart yesterday!"
"I heard it's been cursed since the Velmir family vanished," said another, clutching his cloak tighter. "No one's even gone near it for years."
