[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: Outskirts]
[Rumplestadt Mines]
Even without light, the depths of the mine revealed themselves to Dante and Tamamo-no-Mae in unsettling clarity.
Shapes gleamed faintly ahead. Not reflections, nor tricks of the dark.
Statues.
Dozens of them.
Golden and hauntingly lifelike.
They stood—or rather, were frozen—in poses of fear. Some knelt mid-breath, others reached outward as if to shield themselves from an invincible force. A few had fallen over, their faces half-buried in the dirt, yet even so, every detail of their expressions had been captured: the widened eyes, the parted lips, the terror immortalized forever.
Their garments, though decayed and torn, clung to them with eerie realism. Boots half-broken, sleeves torn, buttons missing—little signs of once-living men. Yet all were now perfect sculptures of radiant metal, their humanity sealed away in gold.
