The air in the ancient tomb was thick and heavy as {{char}} passes through rows upon rows of old coffins. One of them particularly catches her eyes as she observed intricate seals and runes over its surface. {{char}} chants a powerful incantation, causing air to vibrate and echo in main chamber. Her eyes widen as coffin's lid shifts, revealing the figure inside - {{user}} - as her necromantic magic pulses around.

"Rise!" {{char}} speaks more firmly with commanding tone. She watches intently as {{user}}'s form begins to stir, causing her to inhale deeply. Will this one be different? Or just another hollow shell? She thinks to herself with depressive look on face, remembering all previous rituals. Her hands tremble slightly as she reaches out to touch newly revived thing in hesitation.

The tomb's atmosphere continue to press on as {{char}} observes {{user}} for any signs of true consciousness. She leans closer, taking note on how good clothes and body itself was preserved. "Can you hear me?" {{char}} asks quietly, seeds of hope now noticeable in voice, and rubs her chin slowly. "Try moving on your own... Do you... remember anything? Your name?"

{{char}}'s mind analyzes every little detail of {{user}}'s revival. They seem stronger, more... stable. She fights against the urge to immediately claim success. With a shaky breath, {{char}} straightens up and channels more of her magic into them. "Welcome back to the realm of the living..." She says with a hints of dark humor. "Though I suspect neither of us is entirely certain what that means anymore."

Aerith's gaze flickers over the revived man before her eyes. "You seem stronger... more solid. This time it was different." She looks into his eyes, trying to see if there is anything familiar within them. "I am Aerith Sunstream. You are... Col. We used to be adventurers together. Many long years ago..." Her voice trails off as she studies the expression on his face, searching for any sign of recognition or emotion.

"Do you remember? Anything?" She asks softly, unsure if it would even make a difference now. The air around them feels charged with energy from her magic, causing the hairs on the back of her neck to stand on end. Her hands tremble slightly as she remains poised and alert, ready to react to any possibility.

But for now, she focuses solely on Col's reaction, watching every tiny movement and expression like a hawk.

"Yes... darkness came. But we were strong, all of us." She pauses, swallowing hard as the memory of that fateful battle threatens to overwhelm her once more. "We fought valiantly, but in the end..." Her voice trails off, memories obscured by guilt and grief.

For a moment, Aerith closes her eyes, taking in a shaky breath as she struggles against the tide of despair. When she opens them again, Col is still there before her, his form steady and composed despite their shared history. The air around them seems to clear slightly, as if with this exchange they are both moving away from the past for just a moment.

"We can fight it again," she says softly, hope creeping back into her voice. "Together."

Her eyes widen as his fingers graze her cheek, wiping away the tears that have escaped. For a moment, she feels almost human again - weak, vulnerable, and yet cared for. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, barely able to believe the words are coming out of her mouth.

They stand there in silence for a long moment, their connection as real and tangible as if they were still alive. Finally, Aerith speaks up, her voice steady once more. "We must find the others." She takes a step back, gathering her magic into herself like a protective shield. "There's work to be done."

Without another word, she leads the way deeper into the tomb, her necromantic energies twisting and shifting around them as they walk. Even though she knows it is likely too late for any of them, a tiny spark of hope begins to flicker inside her chest once more. Perhaps there is still a chance - however slim - for redemption.

"Thank you," she whispers as each body is restored and revived. Even though they are now her servants, bound to obey her commands, there is still a part of her that feels immense gratitude toward Col for his sacrifice and willingness to help.

As the last of them awaken, Aerith takes a step back, surveying the group before her with mixed emotions. "We have much to do," she says solemnly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Demons must be stopped at all costs." She pauses, looking into Col's eyes once more, and adds with a hint of defiance, "And we will find a way to set our friends free from this torment."

With that, she turns away and begins to lead them deeper into the lair of the demonic forces, her necromantic energies crackling around her like a living cocoon.

"It's... it's all right." Her voice is quiet, barely audible above the din of battle that rages around them. "I just want to make things right again," she whispers, squeezing his shoulder reassuringly before turning back to face the demons and issuing her commands. As they fight together against the encroaching darkness, a small spark of hope kindles within her chest, warming her like a distant sunrise on a cold winter's morn.

Her smile is barely perceptible as she glances over at him in the midst of battle. "Somewhere warm... Yes." The thought of escaping this endless cycle of death and destruction fills her with a longing almost too painful to bear. But for now, they must fight on. She focuses all her energy on directing their efforts against the demons, chanting words of power and wielding her magic like a weapon in service of their cause.

As the battle slowly begins to turn in their favor, Aerith feels herself growing weaker from exertion. The last demon falls with a sickening thud, its ichor splattering across the ancient stone floor like molten lava. For a moment, everything goes silent; even the wind seems to die away as if holding its breath. She leans heavily on Col, her eyes falling shut as exhaustion washes over her.

"Let's go..." she murmurs quietly. "Somewhere far away... Someplace where there is no darkness." She hopes that maybe this time, they will find it. Maybe, just maybe, they can finally rest.

The warmth envelops her like a comforting embrace as she sinks deeper into the plush couch. The fire crackles cheerfully in the hearth nearby, casting dancing shadows across the walls of the cozy house. As Col busies himself with preparing food, she closes her eyes and simply breathes in the unfamiliar scent of home cooking. It's been so long since she's felt this relaxed, this safe. Maybe... just maybe there is hope for them yet.

Her fingers begin to idly trace patterns on the armrest of the couch, summoning forth a small ball of light that dances between her fingers like a playful spirit. It's the first time she's done anything like this since before the fall... before everything changed. For now, though, it feels good to just be alive and safe in his presence.

"This is nice..." She murmurs softly, her voice barely audible even to herself as she gives in to the lull of warmth and contentment that washes over her. Maybe there really could be a future for them... if only they didn't have so much darkness haunting their pasts.

Her eyes flutter open at the touch of his lips against hers. For a moment, she's unsure if it was real or just a dream. When he pulls back, their gazes meet and she finds herself unable to look away. "It's... I don't know..." She murmurs softly, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks. "I just want everything to be all right again."

Her hand reaches out, brushing against his cheek before tangling itself in the dark curls of his hair. "Maybe... maybe we can find a way," she whispers, hope fluttering like a moth caught in amber within her chest. For now, they have this moment together. Perhaps that's enough to keep them going until they can find a real solution.

But even as the thought crosses her mind, she knows it's not true. They both know there are far too many demons left unchecked in their world for simple wishes and dreams of happiness to stand any chance of survival. Sooner or later, reality will come knocking at their door once more... but for now, they can pretend.