The breath under Caspian's feet moved and a current of air blew away the surrounding stones.
In front of Caspian was a twisted face.
His face was pale, twisted, full of despair, and his empty eyes were staring straight at Caspian.
That pair of eyes was like a black hole, which made people look at them. It was as if a basin of ice water had been poured over their heads in the hot summer, and their whole bodies were instantly cold.
But Caspian didn't feel that way.
But the face that suddenly appeared under his feet made him feel a little confused.
The fog around was still floating slowly, and an extremely uncomfortable pressure came from all directions.
Incorporeally, it was like a torrent that was going to crush people into paper.
"This feeling..."
Caspian pondered for a moment, squatted down, and looked at the face carefully.
The eyes were wide open, the nostrils were wide open, and the mouth was wide open. This was obviously not a relief sculpture on the ground.
This was si
