"The Dogons."
The simple words were quick to catch Sylas' attention.
"This is a lost city of the Dogons?"
"Almost certainly," Nosphaleen replied, trying to keep her cool.
"How do you know?"
"I didn't at first. There is definitely more than one primitive race of Earth that worshipped idols like this."
As she spoke, their gaze was focused on the shadowy outline of the scorpion god before them.
He had the head of a human, the carapace and tail of a scorpion on his back, and six arms. Standing at over ten meters tall, he looked to the skies as though he wanted to challenge the sun.
"However, there's only one race I know of that had a fondness for fusing the likeness of humanoids with their gods. They believed it made them closer to their gods.
"Less arrogant races believed that their gods made them in the image of themselves and granted them free will to worship them.
