Chapter 7
by 
OccasionalReader
What do you do?
Statue of Nyx
You look up at the, for lack of better terms, nonchalant statue standing before you. There's honestly not much for the eyes to look at, outside of her delicate form. Below the flowing midnight purple toga, is a sign inscribed with "Nyx, Lady of Night, may we avert her wrath." The statue's eyes are closed, you don't feel inclined to linger at this one.