The sight in front of Raven was everything but ordinary.
If one was told to imagine a mountain peak one would try and picture a rocky summit with steep, sloping sides and sharp ridges. However, this was not the case currently.
Right before Raven, the peak was a flat surface with the ground made out of some kind of black material, perhaps black rock or steel, while on the sides massive black pillars rose toward the sky, their top vanishing among the stars above!
And in the middle of this large, seemingly large ring, a humungous figure clad in heavy black armor and a white crown on its head stood motionlessly, its enormous great swords deeply pierced into the surface.
Its hands were softly resting on the top of the weapon's hilt while the white crown atop its head glowed with a gentle white light akin to a star.
For some reason, Raven felt scared at first, but when he calmed down he had to realize that the humongous figure was, in the end, just a statue.