The once chaotic battlefield now lay quiet, the air thick with uncertainty. Morvane was long gone from sight, but none of the rulers paid attention anymore. Their focus was singular: the towering figure in the distance, a masked angelic statue that loomed over Ketamran like an ancient sentinel.
"What… is this?" Crimson whispered, his voice betraying a mix of awe and unease.
"It's unreal," Vianna added. "Even its toes are larger than our entire bodies."
Without hesitation, Medas lifted himself into the air with telekinesis. "I need a better view."
Levan, ever watchful, mimicked Medas's power and levitated beside him.
"This is probably from heaven," Levan speculated, his voice grim. "I can't think of any other explanation."
Medas furrowed his brows. "There were seven thuds earlier." His expression darkened. "Which means there must be six more statues like this. One in each kingdom."
