“Wait! I do not think that you should!” Slurr called again, but he could neither convince her to stop, nor catch up to restrain her.
Just as she was about to reach the effigy, Cerah heard Tressida’s voice screaming in her mind. “Do not do this! This feels wrong, like a trap!” the dragon called. Kern and Parnasus also shouted warnings.
But Cerah did not heed any of these voices. She brought Isurra down in a mighty blow, striking the statue at the base of the left leg. A shower of crimson sparks issued from the blade as it sank deeply into the hard stone. With a sound that was nearly as loud as Surok’s thunder, the base of the statue began to splinter and crack. The fissure ran up the length of the giant likeness and it began to tumble backward, splitting in two along the breach that Cerah’s stroke had caused. The sound of its destruction was deafening, but another sound rang out, even as the statue continued to crumble. It was the clashing sound of Cerah’s gorrium staff hitting the ground. All eyes turned to see Isurra hit the pavement, sending up another splash of sparks, finally coming to rest. From the spot where Cerah had stood a moment before rose a wisp of white mist.
But Cerah herself had vanished.
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