Lyerin found himself standing in a wide, open space—a single-acre expanse of grass and dirt, nestled within the sanctuary. His gaze wandered across the land, taking in the oddly serene environment. He mumbled to himself, "Too big… but it'll do."
The city, with its animal sanctuary, struck him as strange for having something like it in the middle of the city. But considering that the national culture revered white horses as sacred, it wasn't surprising.
The sanctuary was, in a way, a reflection of their values. However, Lyerin decided not to dwell on the oddity of it. He had more important things to do. His tribe was growing, and now it was time to erect another symbol of its power.
He needed a statue.
Spotting a massive rock formation on the edge of the sanctuary, Lyerin made his way towards it.
