Lady Allen's voice dropped low, her fingertips gently sliding across the projection. Those explorers devoured by the Black Sand gradually disappeared into the sand:
"The sand starts to seep into their equipment, corroding their skin, drilling into their lungs. The entire process is silent and slow, like a meticulously planned murder."
As for the detailed process of how the sand murders, she, as an observer, could not see it, and naturally could not record it.
But Ron could feel it, a real fear seeping from Lady Allen's description and the projection.
The flicker of memory in her eyes and the slight tremor of her fingertips both told him that this was not a fabricated warning but a nightmare she had personally experienced.
Lady Allen's voice suddenly became more serious.
In the projection appeared a strange mist, its surface constantly changing shapes, with countless tiny light points flickering inside, looking just like a starry sky confined:
