Inside the Dimension of Spirit, the atmosphere was different. The air was clearer, and the light that filled the space had a soft blue hue. The energy here was calm but profound, flowing endlessly like an ocean breeze.
Max appeared directly in the central area, where Lenavira lay on an ethereal platform of light. Her body was motionless, her dark skin glowing faintly with streaks of dark energy that pulsed in rhythm with her shallow breathing. Her once vibrant elven features were marred by the visible traces of the curse, faint cracks of shadow running across her arms and neck like marks of corruption.
Nearby stood Blob and Tian. The two had been working tirelessly to keep her condition from worsening. Blob's form glimmered faintly, his presence suffused with a powerful soul energy that radiated warmth, while Tian's hands were pressed together, releasing steady waves of spiritual force of the Dimension that kept Lenavira's life essence stable.
