The massive procession advancing silently through the city's projection suddenly raised its gaze. Countless "eyes" fell upon Amber's hiding place in an instant—though the Shadow Dwellers had no features, though there were no "eyes" on their faces, the moment those invisible masses of mist wrapped in bandages looked up, Amber knew with absolute certainty—they were watching her.
In that instant, every hair on Amber's body stood on end, and even her heart seemed to skip a beat.
She had encountered something this terrifying, something that made her heart and lungs freeze, only once in her life—it had been a war-torn night, when she had curled up trembling inside an ancient tomb and watched an Old Mummy that had slept for seven hundred years lift the lid of its own coffin...
Even that had not been as terrifying and thrilling as this moment!
Yet the next second, she noticed that the Shadow Dwellers were merely directing their line of sight this way. This enormous "migrating procession" had not stopped in the slightest. They continued onward in silence, constantly moving north as though fulfilling some mission, and throughout the process, their "eyes" never left her direction.
They kept moving, kept silent, kept watching. Countless gazes fell upon Amber in silence, and gradually, Amber realized that this silent watchfulness and their continued advance were even stranger and more terrifying than the instant when all those eyes had suddenly turned toward her.
She swallowed instinctively and slowly rose from her hiding place—the concentrated gazes made it clear that hiding herself here was meaningless. She stood at the edge of a high-rise building, quietly looking down at the enormous procession slowly "migrating" beneath her. Their gazes met soundlessly in the air—they still did not stop walking, and Amber did not look away.
After thinking for