Without waiting for Nero to finish his pessimistic lecture, and having finally grasped the rhythm of the statues, I threw caution to the wind. I didn't just run; I ignited every ounce of my stamina, sprinting at a pace that made the air whistle in my ears.
The platform was truly gargantuan. During the first few minutes, I had been deliberately holding back, fearing that if I moved too fast, I might bypass a statue that was on the verge of responding. But that hesitation had been a mistake.
I had only managed to scan less than a tenth of the total number of jackal-headed sentinels. Now that I knew my speed wouldn't negatively affect the resonance, I ran as if the devil himself—or perhaps a god of death—was at my heels.
"Don't be stubborn, human!" Nero's voice boomed again, and this time, I could detect a sharp edge of irritation.
