"An angry mask… Angry?"
Without realizing it, Frey gave one of his signature nicknames to the strange statue with the furious expression.
Standing amid the sea of kneeling corpses, both Snow and Ghost stared at the massive figure that stood between them and the castle beyond.
"Do you know what that thing is?" Snow asked, eyes still fixed on Frey.
"I know his brothers."
Frey's answer was the last thing Snow expected to hear.
"Brothers?"
"On second thought, he looks more like their father… I don't remember Smiley or Sad being this big."
Faced with Frey's cryptic nonsense—impossible to decipher—Snow gave up on extracting any useful information from him.
"It looks dead to me."
Ghost, ignoring the pair's exchange, offered his own take as he observed the statue.
Angry hadn't moved an inch. The hollows in his furious mask revealed nothing but blackness ... void of light or life.
"Whether it's alive or not doesn't matter. We need to enter that castle."
