Despite knowing it was merely a sculpture carved from jade,
when people stood before it,
they couldn't help but feel an overwhelmingly fierce and oppressive pressure,
as if an invisible pair of giant hands
were pressing down hard on their chests, making it difficult to breathe, almost to the point of suffocation.
This oppressive feeling was tempestuous, sweeping over them like a tidal wave,
so much so that one couldn't help but wonder,
'Is this sculpture truly made of lifeless jade?
Or is it actually some far more terrifying existence,
imprisoned by a mysterious and powerful force within this cold, hard jade shell,
bitterly struggling, just waiting for the moment to break free?'
The entire jade sculpture of the Werewolf
stood just like that—quietly and proudly in the center of the Ancient Castle's tranquil courtyard.
It was silent and still,
yet it seemed to hold endless secrets and dangers, giving off a hair-raising feeling,
