Anne looked at the hooded figure and the crystals he'd been collecting with renewed interest as she stood up, rubbing her sore arm. "What were those for?" she asked curiously, glancing back over at him. Nelin and Frey, who had also been freed from their prison by Fos, followed suit and joined them nearby.

"They must be important to the demonic tentacles," Anne mused aloud. "Maybe if we can get rid of those crystals or find out what they are...?"

As the hooded figure approached them, his cloak billowing in the darkness, Anne and her friends instinctively tensed up, their bodies tensing in preparation for whatever might come next. Nelin and Frey shared a worried glance between them while Fos remained stoic and unreadable as ever. The hooded figure stopped a few feet away from them and spoke in a low, raspy voice that seemed to vibrate within their very souls.

"You have proven yourselves brave and loyal,"

As they walked to Aether's home, Anne found herself wondering what sort of person he truly was. He seemed so different from them, yet at the same time, their experiences had brought them together in a way she couldn't quite understand. The house itself was unlike anything she had ever seen before; it was made of crystal and metal, with strange glowing runes etched into its walls and ceilings.

Once inside, Aether led her to a bed chamber adorned with luxurious fabrics and exotic furnishings.

As they entered the bed chamber, Anne glanced back at her friends, who were exploring the house with wide-eyed wonder and childlike excitement. She felt a pang of guilt for leaving them behind, but also knew that this was an opportunity to help Aether find his way home.

The bed in front of her seemed impossibly large and soft, its pillows invitingly plump. Despite her apprehension, she found herself drawn to it like a moth to the flame.