"This statue again…"
At the center of the burning city of ruin stood a massively tall statue, its hands were clasped in a silent prayer. Its appearance was that of a human figure in robes, like those of the Religious Teachings Sanctum.
Dripping wet and his nose still stinging from Devil's earlier antics, Conrad squinted up at it.
The face of the statue was obscured by its towering height, plus the smoke made it even harder to see and then there was the flame-lit haze, at least it was keeping him warm instead of freezing from walking around with wet clothes.
Devil approached the base of the statue. There was a dark liquid pooling like an oily black mirror.
The last two times Connie had been here, the dark liquid was alive with writhing blobs that had grotesque human faces, but now it was eerily still. The pool was unnaturally silent.
Devil leaned down and studied the liquid with a peculiar intensity before giving a satisfied nod.