Wen Ran moved slowly around the fossilized body, his steps measured as he observed the man on the ground. The body, perfectly preserved, seemed almost frozen in time, as if it had been encased in some timeless prison. The energy radiating from it was strangely familiar—too familiar. It felt like something he had once known, but there was something else, something darker, tugging at the edges of his mind. A strange sensation lingered, one that almost felt like an invasion, as if an unseen force was trying to push its way into his thoughts.
With a deep breath, Wen Ran stretched out his palm, placing it gently against the statue's smooth surface. The moment his skin made contact, a sharp pull surged through his arm. It was as if the very air around him thickened, and for a brief moment, he felt as though something was trying to draw him into the statue itself, pulling him deeper into its cold, lifeless depths.
