Morse's eyes were fixed, wide with horror, on the capsule lodged inside the statue's mouth. His eyeballs looked as if they might pop out of their sockets at any moment. He tried to stay calm, pulling up his trousers as he scrambled toward the towering monument.
The statue was immense, a daunting height to climb. Ni Ni Layan, still devoid of her undergarments and overflowing with primal lust, watched this absurd spectacle unfold. The scene before her only fueled her madness and fury.
Vwoosh!
Her arms transformed into majestic blue wings. She soared high into the air, looking down at Morse, who was desperately trying to climb the statue without damaging it. But she was done waiting; her aura began to flare out of control.
Morse looked up and felt his heart stop. Her power was sweeping across the hall, chaotic and scorching. If she harmed the statue—or worse, the capsule—it would be the end of him in every sense.
"No! Wait! Don't go near the statue! Please, NO!"
