The silence is like the quiet second before the sharp end of a blade meets flesh. The stillness of the air immediately warned Moulin. As he observed the cautious expressions of the men before him, he knew they weren't staring at him but something behind him. With a thundering heart, Moulin felt his chest tighten, and he turned his head.
The breath leaves his chest.
The glow was bright, almost blinding. It held terrifying perilousness enough to stop the beating hearts of whoever looked at it. The statue's eyes were glowing, gazing down at the two people within his palms. Moulin didn't know when it had occurred or how long.
Alarmed, he and Colahn cautiously took a step back. Their eyes never left the giant face before them.
Suddenly, the stone hands beneath them shook!
