Chapter 229
She passed by the Abyssal dome.
Oliver heaved a sigh of relief as he watched the woman approach a broken statue.
The statue depicted a foul-looking demon of fury and dread, its two raging eyes staring at him with a wicked fury. It had a broad mouth with spiky protrusions inside. The craftsmanship was incredibly lifelike, as if the sculptor were a master with centuries of experience.
Scars and cracks covered nearly every inch of it now, disfiguring the already grotesque features. He had no desire to find out what kind of violent history had led to its current state.
Oliver wondered who this demon was. It was most likely dead by now, but he couldn't help feeling intimidated just by its statue—and imagining how it had died.
Whoever or whatever had the power to defeat such a creature must have been terrifying beyond measure.
He watched as the demon inquisitor reached the statue and stared at it for some time.