When he opened the wardrobe door, Ethan noticed that Isean's appearance was changing. Wrinkles appeared on her fair and smooth cheeks, then fell away like peeling wall paint, bit by bit. Her gaze was complicated, seemingly wishing both for Ethan to leave immediately and for him to delve deeper.
Her figure didn't last long, turning into withered dust and disappearing into the darkness of the wardrobe.
The wardrobe was empty, only darkness itself remaining.
Ethan closed his eyes again, several hours had passed since he had ventured into the pollution zone, and coupled with the high consumption of magic power, he was somewhat exhausted. The effect of the awakening potion was temporary, and once beyond its threshold, fatigue would flood him like a dam breaking.
