1255 Three Statues

Blood River King stood at the tallest rampart of the castle, overlooking the river.

The Blood River ran fast, and the banks sometimes burst, but flooding had never been this bad before. Much of the shelter had been submerged.

"My King, does the river always behave this way?" Yaksha asked, as he approached and also looked out over the river.

There had been no rain, so it was a most peculiar phenomenon, witnessing the river flow at an increased pace and volume to such a degree.

Blood River King shook his head and confirmed, "I have been here for fifty thousand years. Never once have I seen the river behave this way. But..."

"But what?" Yaksha asked.