A chill crawled down Leon's spine as he locked eyes with the giant. The air thinned, each breath carrying a faint, musty scent of sweat and old stone.
What is this feeling?
Just now, he had felt a chill down his spine, but this man in front of him was too weak to even touch the hem of his shirt.
The air between them seemed to thin, each breath carrying a faint, musty scent of sweat and old stone. Leon's fingertips tingled with a cold prickle, as if the world itself recoiled from the giant's presence.
Yet how was it that he felt so distant from this man? Most importantly, he wasn't even awakened.
Leon's eyes locked onto the giant man's hollow eyes as he called out the status of the man in front of him.
He had to see it—what was it that caused him to feel this way?
Suddenly, a transparent golden shimmering screen fhuump appeared in front of him.
[Character Information]
[Name: Silas]
[Level: 0]
[Class: None]
[Age: 31]
[Race: Human]
[Cultivation: None]
