Victor's muscles ached, his mind buzzed with remnants of psychic fatigue, but he was free. Truly free.
He straightened, brushing off his half clad uniform. "I'm back? That was trippy... Who knew that a statue could cause this much problem," he muttered.
A sharp cracking sound echoed behind him.
Victor turned and his eyes widened as the massive statue began to splinter. Cracks of light raced through its surface before it exploded outward in a burst of dust. The sheer pressure from the blast made the air ripple violently, tearing through the clearing.
The one who inhabited the statue was gone so it made sense for the statue to get obliterated.
A crazed look suddenly flashed in Victor's eyes as he turned around.
"One down... many more to go..."
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Minutes later, Victor stood amidst a wasteland of petrified figures, with eerie stone faces staring into eternity.
Each one bore distorted expressions and looked similar to the statue he destroyed not too long ago.
