Burn
Still staring at the location where the statue had been, Jin Wang shouted at the top of his lungs, "We have to get out of here!" but contrary to the commotion he was expecting, there was no response at all.
With gritted teeth, he finally looked behind but could see nothing but the dense fog.
His eyes contracted as he mumbled absentmindedly, "It's started already."
"Please, wake up!" he shouted inwardly while beads of sweat formed on his forehead.
Pressing his right hand on his chest, he closed his eyes and a deep voice echoed in the surroundings.
"I call upon the void!"
The surrounding fog rippled like the water's surface as he continued in a somber tone.
"The last of the 'Inanis',
Of the tribe of Mora,
The first of the Liber,
And the last of the living."
He prostrated on the ground as a seething aura erupted from the empty space behind him.