A figure emerged slowly from the blood-stained river.
Lumian's mind seemed to freeze momentarily for some inexplicable reason as he observed the figure crawling ashore. Instead of an immediate attack, he watched the figure climb out of the water.
The unfamiliar man's face bore an eerie stiffness, and his clothes clung to him from being soaked in water. The latter seemed to merge with his flesh.
It was a wax statue, a wax statue that came to life!
Crimson blood seeped from the waxen figure, mixing with the river's flow before smashing against the wild grass along the bank.
The wax statue's light-blue eyes shifted slightly within their white sockets, casting a vague reflection of Lumian.
Meeting that gaze left Lumian feeling overwhelmed, unable to resist mentally or physically. Instinctual fear surged within him, drowning out all other emotions.
