Damon did not know how long they all stood there unmoving. He didn't even know if his perception of time still existed, or even if he was still himself. All he knew was his heart didn't even feel like it was pounding.
It was only after Sylvia stood up, looking around—her face still covered in blood—that she frowned a bit, as if she didn't realize what was happening. She stood up, confused, her brow raised.
"Emm… is there any reason why you guys aren't moving?"
Sylvia's confused expression and her words seemed to pull them back to reality. It was almost as if their sense of fear finally returned.
Their legs gave out, trembling with beads of sweat… their faces were almost lifeless…
Damon forced down the fear, his head buzzing. He looked at Sylvia, who was covered in blood, but she looked alright. She wasn't even hurt. She had used her fingers to carve the words she was saying into the monolith…
