Fountain

Abel wasn't lying when he said he wasn't planning on stealing. If all the hell creatures in an area were gone, no one would occupy it. If there was no one was there, then it was fine for Abel to claim it. It made sense.

He used the waypoint to head to the fountain with the three archers. It was six meters tall, and even after all the years, it still continued to shoot streams of water towards the sky.

And who were these archers a depiction of? If Abel had to guess, he would say that it belonged to three Amazons. They must've been very good with arrows. Upon a closer look at these statues, he could tell that it was an image of them trying to prepare for their next wave of attack. The lines. The details. They were all so elegant. He learned to make statues before, so he knew how great the creator of this piece must've been.