Statues—a wall of them behind the group—frozen in ash in grim poses of despair. Their hands stretched forward as if trying to grasp something they would never reach. Their faces were filled with anguish, resignation, and fear; all of them together, as if something had dragged them into those humiliating positions.
Mitsuki was left breathless. The sight reminded him of his first night in this world. It was exactly like the wall of statues that had formed when he ran toward the castle.
'What is that…? Where are we?'
Like him, the rest of the group was just as confused. Azel looked visibly frustrated and worried. Nothing remained of the laid-back guy from before. And how could he not be? This was his fault, after all.
Meanwhile, keeping his composure, Marco looked at the structure behind them. That wall of statues behind the podium was… chilling to him, but even so, he shook his head as if it didn't matter.
