Silas immediately threw away the head and heard it smacked at the wall.
"It is not a good omen to disrespect the statue." Eli said, looking quite confused.
Silas couldn't blame the elf. He never saw his face before so he didn't know that the statue looked exactly like him.
As he was about to inject the elf with the knowledge, the ground suddenly shook, making them lose their balance in the sand.
The tremor didn't stop and began to spread around them, as if the world was cursing them or Silas for throwing away the statue. Silas admitted, maybe there was some kind of bad omen with this stuff.
The light on the mana crystal flickered, allowing the primordial darkness to take hold of them for a brief second and turning back on. Silas sighed in relief but didn't speak.
The tremor was still strong. The ground split apart and glued by some sort of magical force.
