After leaving the core of the temples, Grey felt the oppressive pressure bearing down on him reduce significantly. In fact, the moment he crossed the ten-thousand-meter mark, all the pressure he had felt from the door and the small figure vanished completely.
It was as though it had never existed.
Yet the raging pain splitting his head apart, along with the blood continuously seeping from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, stood as undeniable proof of what had truly happened.
At this moment, as Grey passed through clusters of decayed buildings, he no longer felt even a trace of curiosity. The awe he once held for this place had been utterly crushed.
All that remained was fear.
Intense, instinctive fear.
