...No, not lifelike, it's alive!
Lair could clearly feel the white flesh constantly wriggling, entangled with each other, striving to climb upward while dragging the other limbs down, looking from afar like worms being burned by fire and struggling continuously, making Lair's scalp tingle.
Involuntarily, he looked up, wanting to see what exactly lay at the height these fleshes were striving towards.
And then he saw it, a divine statue standing at the highest point.
Lair did not know which deity it belonged to, but he knew clearly that it was godly.
Because it was too sacred and solemn.
Its eyes were tightly shut, and the wings extending from its back seemed to either veil the sky or be the sky itself.
Even as someone without any faith like Lair, upon seeing the statue, he couldn't help wanting to bow.
This was the ultimate sacredness, but under that sacredness, the flesh was the ultimate desecration.
