For one breath, the whole arena seemed to stop with Max's hand resting against the statue of the First Progenitor.
Then another breath passed. Nothing happened. The statue stayed still. The glowing lines that had appeared earlier across its stone body didn't grow brighter. The closed eyes stayed shut. The enormous hand resting near its side didn't move.
The ancient pressure around the statue didn't shift in any obvious way. Even the awakened Voidwalker end, which had been pulsing with dark starry light, went strangely quiet, as if it too were waiting for a response that refused to show up.
Three seconds passed. Five seconds passed. Ten seconds passed.
The expressions of the Four Sacred Clan leaders began to shift. The head of the Valerius Clan narrowed his eyes, and a cold smile slowly crept onto his face. The Ashbourne head crossed his arms with a heavy snort.
