"Damn, it's huge." I mumbled as I looked at the statute of the first king.
It's a colossal statue of the kingdom's founding ruler, a symbol etched in stone and time.
As I approached the monument, its towering presence cast a solemn shadow over the courtyard.
Conner gestured toward the stone colossus with reverence. "Behold, everyone, the embodiment of our city's genesis—the First King, a visionary monarch whose legacy resonates through the ages."
My eyes traced the intricate details of the statue—the regal robes, the stoic visage, and the outstretched hand that seemed to command both authority and respect.
The First King's likeness exuded a sense of authority and wisdom, frozen in a perpetual gaze over the city he had birthed.
"No matter how I look at it, he looked like the current crown prince." Aeloria, standing beside me, mumbled, looking at the statute.
"You have met that bastard." I asked curiously.
