The walk through the halls of Genvah was unlike any they had taken before- silent, guarded, and under the looming watch of something ancient.
The statue that had once stood harmless and unmoving now strode ahead of them, its carved stone limbs moving with fluid precision as if it had always known how to walk. Its once-vacant eyes now shimmered with a dim, enchanted light, and though it said nothing, its presence spoke volumes. Its body creaked with every movement, joints of granite and moss grinding together, yet it moved with eerie grace.
Rupert and Jarek walked stiffly, both glancing at each other occasionally with unsure expressions, while Adrian and Sevan trailed a step behind them.
