Beneath the shadow of the colossal beast, the air seemed to congeal into heavy lead, pressing down oppressively upon everyone present. Every breath had to be drawn with the utmost care, and Lu Yao could even hear the faint friction of air in her throat as she took shallow breaths.
Lu Yao and her companions held their breath, treading as lightly as cats. Every step fell with almost no sound, save for the whisper-thin friction of shoe soles against the ground echoing through the empty valley like a secret, eerie murmur that added to the mystery and tension.
Lu Yao's heart hammered in her chest like a war drum, its rhythmic pounding striking against her ribs. Tension and curiosity intertwined within her, and she could feel her palms growing slightly damp and clammy from the nervousness.
Chapter 23