The door creaked open with groan as dust spilled from the gap. The group stepped forward cautiously, only to freeze at the sight that greeted them.
A vast chamber stretched out beyond the doorway while dimly lit by dying crystal light embedded high along the walls.
Rows upon rows of statues filled the space. They look like warriors carved in stone. Their bodies frozen in calm vigilance.
They stood motionless, armored in strange foreign styles no one in the group recognized. It looks like coming from old age and mismatched.
Some had slender blades, others heavy axes. Men and women alike stood in perfect stillness as if time had paused mid-breath.
The deeper shadows at the far ends of the room hinted that there were more of them. Too many.
"Shit," Axel muttered under his breath. "We can't fight that many…"
His hand went to his bow by instinct. Even if half of these statues moved it would be a massacre. And from the looks of it, far more than half waited silently in the dark.
