She forced down the sudden surge of nausea and suffocation inside, lightly biting her lower lip.
Sterling Norwood frowned as he looked at Selena Kensington. "You don't look so well."
Compared to the earlier healthy flush on Selena Kensington's face, there was indeed a noticeable difference now.
Especially with her lightly biting her lower lip—there wasn't even any color left in her lips.
Selena Kensington was briefly stunned, then subconsciously reached out to hold Sterling Norwood's hand.
Sterling Norwood felt her fingers go icy cold, and his brows knit even tighter.
"This Luminar Catacombs is having an effect on you?"
Sterling Norwood guessed aloud.
Selena Kensington pressed her lips together slightly. She couldn't say exactly why, but she kept feeling that the problem lay with that statue.
Her gaze shifted to the statue. "That statue… is it hiding something else?"
