Claire took a deep breath and clenched her trembling hands into tight fists. In her heart, she had already made up her mind: even if all the fires of hell rose to block her path, she would not step back. Freeing Gandolf was no longer just her responsibility—it was the only way to save the Earth.
"I will do it, Gandolf. I will solve this riddle," she said firmly, then stepped toward the dark corner.
But the moment Claire reached closer to the statue, something strange happened. The corner that had been drowned in a deathlike, terrifying darkness suddenly burst into a golden, divine glow. The light was so intense that Claire instinctively shut her eyes. When she slowly opened them again, what stood before her was not something horrifying, but an extraordinarily beautiful statue made of clay.
