In the middle of giant chamber, beneath the dim lights, there was a three meter tall statue. It was made of stone and silver, heavy chains were coiled around it as the statue remained in a collapsed state.
"It looks... too real," Nesrin murmured under her breath.
"Like a puppet." Ezra remarked with creased brows.
The statue's head was hung low, casting shadows upon his face. It looked broken, too many scars and missing pieces haunted the silent puppet.
"Let's not stay here for too long."
Nesrin fought a shudder and quickly looked away, but when her eyes met Ezra, she couldn't help but be puzzled. She saw flickers of fear in his distant gaze, something she did not knew he was capable of.
Ezra glanced at his hand for a small moment, his jaw clenched and he said nothing more before striding away.
As it was present in the previous door, there was that same crescent symbol in the door that appeared next. Nesrin pushed it, but for some strange reason it didn't even budged.
