After adjusting his thoughts and breath, Kent stepped carefully into the heart of the shrine.
But just as he entered his eyes went wide at the strange sight before him. Suspended in the vast open space was a land mass, floating silently as if untouched by the passage of time.
At its center stood an imposing idol—a dancing pose god, caught mid-motion, with eight hands wielding weapons of various kinds. Beneath his powerful feet, a defeated demon lay sprawled, forever locked in the stone depiction of death.
Nine stone suns orbited the statue, casting faint shadows across the chamber.
Kent inhaled deeply and placed his foot on the land mass. Immediately all path closed down and he stood alone before the statue.
The silence in the chamber pressed against his ears, amplifying the sound of his own heartbeat. He stepped forward cautiously, his gaze fixed on the idol.
