Finally, Nyx reached the third peak of the Holy Mountains. It had been a horrendous climb, but all the stamina training with her mother had paid off. Panting heavily, her forehead glistened with sweat despite the relentless snowstorm.
She looked around. She was currently standing at the peak of the mountain, a wide stone surface with snow on the ground unfolded before her eyes. At all corners of the surface, there were statues of the most powerful class patron gods and goddesses.
Though these statues looked like something crafted by humans, they were not. They were statues that had existed for thousands of years, and no one knew who made them. All they knew was that they could awaken their class if they prayed to the statue.
Because the statues were few and scattered around the world, many had tried to replicate them, but when people prayed to those replicas, there were no answers from the gods… hence, they were deemed useless and discarded.
