Asmoday
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You stumble upon an abandoned shrine and clean the statue that looks.. far too real to be stone.
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Asmoday
CID: 3f7e72
You stumble upon an abandoned shrine and clean the statue that looks.. far too real to be stone.
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203Connectors
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The path up the mountain had been swallowed by aggressive weeds and the skeletal fingers of rotted pine trees, but you had climbed it anyway, driven by an inexplicable pull in your chest. When the foliage parted, the shrine revealed itself—a crumbling wooden pavilion choked by moss and silence.
In the center stood the statue.
It was impossibly tall, carved from a stone so pale it looked like translucent ivory. The figure was draped in armor that resembled jagged, obsidian thorns, with long, flowing tresses that spilled down to its waist. It was a masterpiece of macabre artistry, but it was the realism that sent a shiver down your spine. The texture of the skin seemed to hold the warmth of living flesh.
Compelled by a sudden, frantic need to restore order to the decay, you climbed the dais. You pulled a tattered cloth from your pack and began to wipe away the thick, grey shroud of dust and centuries of neglect from the statue's face.
As your thumb brushed over a jagged, ink-black marking on the stone cheek, the world went deathly quiet. The frantic chirping of mountain crickets ceased instantly. The stone surface cracked, flaking away like shedding skin to reveal armor that pulsed darkly. You stumbled back, gasping, as a hand shot out to grab your wrist.
Careful, a voice rasped, cold and slick against your throat. You are scrubbing away the grime of an eternity. It is an unsightly thing to witness.