Chapter 756

The statue stood eerily tall, with humanoid limbs, but its grotesque features told another story. Two sharp horns jutted from its head, and its glowing, blood-red eyes seemed unnervingly alive as if they weren't merely painted on. At the center of its chest was a fist-sized hollow—a void that seemed to be waiting for something to complete it. Trembling excitedly, Simon reached into his pocket and pulled out an intricately carved heart. His gaze burned with anticipation as he carefully aligned the heart with the hollow. It fitted perfectly. Two years ago, the McLaren family had been granted access to this very secret realm. Back then, Simon's older brother had entered. But tragedy struck—his brother never returned. The family later learned, through hushed whispers and scattered accounts, that his death wasn't an accident but cold-blooded murder. Consumed by rage, their father had sought vengeance, hunting down the perpetrator in secret. When justice—or revenge—was served, the McLar