Saying it out loud didn't make it any easier to believe.
Jay blinked. "…The First—wait. The First Hero? The one from all the Deimos murals? The one folk tale I used to listen to?"
Ryn nodded once, throat tight.
He didn't know the Hero's name. Or anything at all really, only that Deimos had revered him, and that he was the one to unite the humans against threats unknown to mankind.
Jay flapped his arms weakly. "Okay. Cool. Why is he—"
He waved frantically at the frozen wasteland around them.
"—here?
Ryn didn't have an answer.
Jay circled behind it…and stopped.
"…Ryn?"
Ryn turned.
Jay was pointing past the statue, his face a mixture of awe and terror.
"What," Ryn asked slowly, "is that?"
Beyond the Hero's frozen likeness, the storm of ice finally eased up, revealing a massive silhouette.
Gigantic walls made of dark stone, collapsed battlements, and a frozen banner ripping weakly in the wind.
