Somewhere deep within the heart of the Middle Domain, far from the clamor of the cities, a colossal headless statue loomed over the land like a silent guardian. Its sheer size rivaled that of the tallest skyscrapers, its surface weathered and ancient, whispering of a history long forgotten. Within its hollow chest, an immense chamber stretched like a throne room of giants.
Eight figures sat in a loose circle, each one emanating an aura so heavy and oppressive that even the walls seemed to hum under the weight of their presence.
Their mere existence distorted the air, warping it with power that defied mortal comprehension.
And if Max had been there, his eyes would have widened instantly in recognition—two of them were none other than Lucien and Freya.
