On one side of the wall, however, was a square, window-sized solid glass. Damian had missed that before since it was part of the wall instead of attached to it. Inside the transparent glass was a statue of a naked woman with her left hand till shoulder and right leg till knees missing. She was a pure white thing—suspended in air. It was flying without any mana or aura or anything that Damian could sense.
This was the same metal Damian had come looking for. He stepped forward—it was more metal than he had expected to find. But the second he touched the glass, the eyes of the white statue opened—scaring the living shit out of him. He took the hand back with not-so-manly noise. A smile formed on the white woman's face.
Damian's face was even more confused. He asked,
"What are you?"
