Lein frowned and quickly stopped her, placing a hand firmly on her shoulder. "Not yet," he thought cautiously. They barely knew this old man—he wasn't about to let Laras be influenced by something they didn't fully understand.
Thurok let out a soft chuckle. "No need to worry, Lord Lein. She'll be fine. In fact, she might even receive a blessing," he said in a reassuring tone.
Upon hearing that, Lein loosened his grip slightly, though his eyes remained vigilant. His gaze shifted back to the statue, still glowing gently. A sudden idea sparked in his mind.
"Can I duplicate this?" he wondered, eyes gleaming with curiosity.
Without wasting another second, Lein shot into the sky, approaching the colossal statue. The wind howled around him as he hovered before its chest, where a glowing panel floated in the air.
