The colossal obsidian and violet crystal monument reeked of dried excrement and rotting garbage. Aurelius had ordered his followers to defile the statue, and those who didn't were openly executed.
Now, the fifty-foot statue caked in a thick crust of mud and human filth. Swarms of bloated flies buzzed around the black stone.
Gorak stood near the base, towering over the terrified civilians. He dragged a massive, soaked tapestry across the statue's oversized boots. The Troglodyte Warlord scrubbed the polished obsidian with terrifying force, even though his new bone-plated exoskeleton ground harshly against the stone with every massive swipe.
High above the courtyard floor, Iron-Scale clung to the monument's carved lapel. The Kobold Inquisitor used his metallic scythe arm to meticulously scrape away hardened mounds of feces from the faceless visage.
