But without exception,
Their expressions were both distorted and horrifying.
Like evil spirits crawling out from hell, they stared at him with eyes full of resentment.
Questioning him, why he could survive.
The memory has long since blurred.
Blurred to the point where he couldn't remember what these people looked like.
Just remembering the cold sensation when those eyes were staring at him.
The master of memory stood frozen in place.
Like he'd been scared silly, he dared not move.
A terrible conjecture arose involuntarily in his heart.
He wanted to suppress this thought.
But couldn't control his own thinking at all.
The master of memory could only scan back and forth at the sky-reaching pillar in front of him, trying to distract his attention.
However,
When a shade of green entered his sight,
Fear could no longer be stopped.
"No.....no."
The master of memory muttered.
He walked towards the green shade.
Meanwhile, he was rubbing his eyes incessantly.
