At the base of the statue lay countless human skeletons. These people had all come seeking blessings but ultimately got lost staring into the statue’s eyes. Clark kept his head as low as possible. He had kept the secrets of this place to himself. Anyone who dared to pry into its mysteries ultimately became one of the skeletons.

"Oh Celestial Hound, will I encounter any disasters in the near future? And if so, how might I avoid them?" Clark took out a small knife he carried with him and cut open