Shade flew through the air and carefully opened the wooden door, then saw another room next door. After considering it, he squeezed through the small doorway. Once he landed, he saw that the new room was about a third larger than the previous one, and it was a reception room rather than a bedroom.
The furnishings were still antique pieces with a considerable weight of history behind them. The black tea in the porcelain cup on the tea table was even still steaming.
Shade once again went to the window and drew back the curtains. Behind them was indeed another brick wall with a window drawn on it in chalk. The view within the "window" was still blue skies, white clouds, and Snow Mountains, though the viewing angle differed somewhat from the window next door.
Look behind you.
She suddenly reminded him. Shade looked back in the direction he had come from and saw that the door above the wall had vanished. It was now nothing more than a smooth wall.
Shade had already more or less determined where he was, so he did not panic. Instead, he asked:
"Is it just my imagination? The blood-red tint before my eyes seems deeper in this room than it was in the last one."
It is not an illusion. That blood-red color is what the originally invisible and colorless space looks like after the Relic's power corrupts it. If you remain in this environment for too long, the bodies of flesh-and-blood creatures will quickly dissolve and become part of this house. This is not a curse, but a fundamental property of the building.
"Then to what extent am I being affected?"
Shade asked as he surveyed the room. She chuckled softly:
Not at all.
The house itself might be alive. That was