The entire tomb was filled with bursts of chilling wind, and Ethan Smith could be certain that the wind was heading straight for Clare Richardson!
Ethan didn't hesitate. He grabbed Clare's hand and walked quickly toward the indentation in the wall.
Clare's hand was extremely cold, like holding on to a piece of ice.
After walking for a while, Ethan and Clare finally arrived at the indent.
Ethan flicked his finger, igniting a spiritual fire to provide light.
Under the dim light, Clare appeared somewhat eerie.
Her face was incredibly pale, and her pupils seemed somewhat dazed.
"Clare?" Ethan tentatively called out.
As if snapping back to reality, Clare glanced at Ethan and frowned, asking, "Where are we? Why do I feel so strange..."
"Strange feeling? What exactly do you feel?" Ethan hurriedly asked.
But Clare didn't respond. She ignored Ethan and walked forward.
She placed her palm on the wall and slowly searched, as if looking for something.
