At first glance, it seemed chaotic, but just as one could sense the divinity intended by the artist from temple sculptures, Li Ang and his companions could also feel the endless battle spirit and the sharp intent brought by the weapon sculptures from these metal statues.
The steps leading upstairs were also made of various types of metal with soft colors, bright yet distinctly distinguishable. However, standing on the central large step was a blonde woman of the Haven Race.
She appeared somewhat older, even though this race often resembled human children, the marks left by time were hard to conceal.
Based on the resemblance, she ought to be Elaphia's mother.
"Elaphia!"
The middle-aged Haven woman lifted her skirt and hurriedly ran down the stairs toward Elaphia. From her movements, it was clear that she must have once been a Warrior, but was out of practice.
"Mother." Elaphia quietly excused herself from the others and walked forward to meet her.
