There wasn't a single statue with a smile, or even looking neutral. I stopped, held my glaive tighter when I spotted someone sitting on a high seat, made out of golden purple ore like gens, sparkling and giving such a feeling of it being a throne.
And on top of it, a man sat there. It was the same man who the statues here described.
"Do you like my art?"
And as I was preparing for a hellish fight, he suddenly spoke, raised his head and my eyes met his.
This… I didn't feel a single speck of hostility coming from this man, only desperation and sadness.
"What? Looking surprised?" he seemed to notice my shocked reaction, "please, don't be. All who came to see me over the long course of years either wanted to gain my power, or tried to kill me."
"Are you this famous?" I couldn't help but ask, while looking around, trying to see through this play here.
What the heck was going on here? Where was this weapon?
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