They stood in a clearing before him, arranged in a semicircle. Each one was magnificent in its own way, carved from some stone that seemed to glow from within. They were massive, easily fifty feet tall, and they radiated dignity and power so intensely that Alex felt an almost overwhelming urge to kneel.
Around each statue, strange weapons floated in the air, circling slowly as if held by invisible hands. One statue had a cudgel, thick and brutal. Another had a disk, perfectly round and covered in intricate carvings. A third held a sword that seemed to be made of pure light. Next to it stood a statue with a shield so massive it could probably block a meteor. Beside that, a bow made of crystal floated, an arrow already nocked and ready to fly. The sixth statue held a spear that crackled with barely contained lightning.
But it was the seventh statue that drew Alex's attention. The one in the center.
