Ignoring the spirit beasts known for their illusions, Aiden continued ahead.
He walked up the overgrown path leading to the mansion's front door. As he pushed it open, he was greeted by a grand hall, its former glory now shrouded in dust and decay. Broken furniture lay scattered on the floor, and cobwebs hung from the high ceiling like ghostly drapes.
Taking in the moldy smell, Aiden covered his nose and muttered, "Well, should I find that treasure, or will it find me?"
Protected by a divine spell, Aiden wandered aimlessly through the mansion. His touch sometimes caused things to shatter into pieces, and occasionally objects fell on him. It soon became evident that an entity was trying to scare him away, moving chairs or dropping things.
Aiden played along, pretending to be frightened and running away. The doors began to close and lock with every echoing laugh in the surroundings. "What the heck is this place?" Aiden shouted desperately, banging on the door leading outside.
