Xion raised his head to look at the statue and froze on the spot. Even with his hood drawn up to his forehead, he didn't blink.
The statue's lower half was divine.
The marble legs were draped in white silks embroidered with gold thread, making the carved inscription shimmer with a golden sheen.
Her torso looked delicate and flawless. It was as if he were looking at a real lady, just a size too big. It was a body sculpted to inspire worship.
But then came the face. Or what should have been one.
In place of eyes, nose, or any human semblance, there was only a gaping maw. A face-shaped hole, filled with layer upon layer of tiny teeth pulsed faintly as if breathing.
There were no ears, no brow, no hint of identity at all. It gave the illusion that it might open wider still, to consume everything before it.
What was before the statue? Six rows, ten people in each line and that was if Xion didn't count the guards stepping at every entrance.
