Galina's grandfather did not, in fact, cry.
It wasn't a matter of worldly experience, or lack thereof.
He watched intently for over a hundred minutes, feeling only a chill run down his spine, as if he'd been plunged into an ice cellar.
The plot was brutal and direct, unrelentingly bleak. It was like getting clubbed from behind.
You were left lying on the ground with a throbbing headache, unable to find who hit you, as if everyone had a club hidden behind their back.
'It would be strange to cry at a plot like this.'
Galina was still wiping her tears. 'This girl's way of thinking is truly beyond me.'
He had only heard of the Shadow of Evil before and had read the script for *Holy Mountain Journey*.
At the time, he hadn't thought it was anything special, believing its success was due to the impact of the Illusion Technique.
Stage performances could also enhance visual effects; it was just that no one had placed much importance on it before.
