"This ain't so bad."
Levi moved deeper into the ruins. His boots sank into damp moss, each step swallowed by silence. Apart from the stillness, apart from the weight of sorrow pressing down from every stone, the place felt… meek.
But the deeper he went, the air seemed to grow heavier. It wasn't weight, not really— more like a presence. Something unseen pressing against his chest, close enough that his breath came tight, as though invisible hands were reaching for him.
He stopped.
A statue stood before him, carved from a single block of black, marble-like stone.
The face was etched with unsettling precision. One could say too precise.
'Did the face change?'. Levi's thoughts stumbled. Just now, when he blinked, he was sure it had been different.
'Let's see…'.
He narrowed his eyes.
