{Rel's POV}
[Paris, L'Institut des Lumières Academy]
I froze, staring at the statue. Was he alive? Probably not. Most of Garrick's group died getting to the towers. But if they built a statue... he had to be dead. Right?
A voice startled me away from the statue.
"Excuse me? Are you an open Day visitor?"
I turned, surprised someone had actually spoken to me. It was just an instructor – middle-aged, with thinning hair, a neatly trimmed beard. Typical.
"Yeah," I said.
He followed my gaze to the statue, a slight smile on his face.
"Ah... Sir. Celeste, an iconic figure."
"I see."
My eyes drifted back to Vincent's likeness. They said he took down an Emperor, became a legend... if that was true, the praise was justified. Still, though... his popularity here felt unexpected.
"Enough of that statue, let's get going."
The instructor's words cut through my thoughts.
