"Fourth brother!"
Trent Marsh lunged forward, crashing his whole body against the sculpture.
The pain pulled him back to reality.
"Fourth brother! Fourth brother, where are you! What exactly happened back then!" He screamed hysterically, his eyes bloodshot from strain.
The colors gradually faded, and the light slowly disappeared.
All that was left was a pitch-black, cold environment.
What he saw was only the cold, lifeless sculpture.
"Why!"
Bang!
Trent Marsh punched his own statue.
He used all his strength, but the statue didn't budge.
"I want to know what happened back then! Fourth brother, I want to know!" Trent roared angrily, but it was to no avail.
The images scattered.
Turning into memories, remaining in Trent's mind.
But he was unclear about what happened afterward.
He couldn't find the answers either.
"I must find out." Trent clenched his fists, ignoring the blood trickling down the corner of his mouth, his eyes unwavering.
