"Is there something inside this one too?"
Hex sat on a branch, observing the dome a few hundred meters in front of him. The shell seemed undamaged. Aside from patches of short grass and forest flowers, the area seemed clear.
The green moss growing on the shell covered the grey of the building. Not far from the dome stood an imposing statue of a female on a massive horse. The sword she wielded seemed to have broken due to wear and tear. The shield in her other hand remained whole despite being full of web-like cracks.
'I wonder what she did that earned her such a commemoration. She was quite a beauty.'
Whoever crafted the statue was a master at it. Even time failed to erase the beautifully crafted lines and curves, revealing the enchanting features of the heroic lady. The horse seemed lifelike too, aside from the one horn on its head. But Hex had to admit, the horn gave the horn a more majestic feel.
