Headlights cut through the darkness of the night as Ezra's car screeched to a stop in front of James' estate and he jumped out, the tires smoking behind him.
There it was.
The statue of the money king. The statue of Shadrach, King of Faewall.
Ezra deployed his black zone as he exhaled in wonder, his hands trembling slightly as he walked slowly closer, almost as if he couldn't believe his eyes.
This was it. The thing that had drawn him to Faewall. The thing that had been tormenting his soul.
He walked closer until he got to the wide pedestal the statue sat on.
Just like the memory, it felt like the statue was staring at him. Telling him to stay back and away from the only thing that would bring relief to his soul.
And the closer he got to the statue, the more he could feel it. The resistance. The air became heavier, as if there was a force actively pushing against him.
