[These Monuments Are Alive...]
As Wang Xiao roamed the ancient site, attempting to recognize any familiar shapes among the monuments, a soft, cautious whisper from Yin Yue fluttered to his ears like a hesitant butterfly.
"?"
Rooted to the spot, he spun around to gaze upon the statues—enormous and imposing—arrayed like silent sentinels along the cobblestone pathway.
"Alive...?"
Compelled by a mixture of curiosity and dread, Wang Xiao approached the towering figures.
Each statue, cold and immovable, betrayed no hint of life, as if each were merely a prisoner of stone.
He tapped, and listened at their bases, but each test returned the same silent rebuke.
There was no life to be found, or so it seemed.
Until a subtle oddity caught his eye.
"ᛏᚺᚢ Ξύπνα!" — "Har-thu Xypna!"
"!!"
His eyes snapped open wide, pierced by the eerie, melodious chant that seemed to rise from the very stones beneath his feet, and he recoiled, a shiver racing down his spine.
