The Dark Miasma Thickens

The team continued their journey, their senses heightened for any sign of danger.

The further they went, the colder the air became, and the shadows seemed to press in closer. Each step felt like a journey into deeper darkness, the memories of the Crimson Ballroom now a distant memory.

Suddenly, the corridor opened into a grand hall. At the far end stood a tall, imposing figure surrounded by a group of spectral beings. The figure turned, revealing itself to be a high-ranking spirit, its eyes burning with malevolent intent.

The butler stepped back, his role now clear. "Princess Bianca, I shall observe from a safe distance and provide assistance as needed. Please be careful."

Bianca smiled at the butler's concern. "Thank you. We'll handle this."