The aura of death

"As far as I know, a magical beast only opt-in going to deep sleep to preserve their life force. May I asked what happen before she fell into a deep slumber?"

"This...."

When the old hermit saw their conflicted expression, he instantly understands that there is something deeper about this matter. But he won't force them to spill it either if they don't feel like telling him about it.

"You don't have to tell me about it if it will put you on the spot. But can I at least see your friend? Maybe I can do something about it?"

The old hermit offered. It was rare for him to see young warlocks nowadays. He was slightly surprised and at the same time, delighted about this sudden visit. It's been a long time since he had any contact with the outside world. He would be lying if he will going to say that he was not missing the company of a fellow human. The reason he was staying deep in the Viridescent Valley is not that he hates getting along with others. It was due