The Pope stared at the cracks appearing on the figure. It was a darkened grey statue with smooth finishings. Its various features were not visible because it had remained in that same Arena for nearly three thousand years.
But now, long and tiny cracks appeared all over it as if something was revealing itself.
"Step back." The Pope warned Sylvester and pulled him back. "We don't know if the legends are true."
So the two semi-nude, shredded men waited calmly as the cracks deepened and patches of stone started falling off. It was a prolonged process, and Sylvester wanted to train seriously, not waste time there.
"Perhaps I should use some magic from here? The egg has already cracked, after all. We just need to push it to break." Sylvester suggested.
The Pope agreed with him. "True, we don't have so much time to waste here."
Bam!
