The first thing Damon noticed about Trace made him frown, his face going colder than ice the moment he saw it.
He sighed, shaking his head.
The city of Trace was half fused to a mountain at its most extreme end, and from that mountain a giant statue of the Goddess of Doom had been carved out from the stone itself.
In her left hand she held a scale, and in her right, a sword.
Behind her… was what made Damon pause.
Behind the statue was a massive sigil, carved deep into the mountain face. An abysmal eye with four wings, and beneath it, two swords crossing each other.
The symbol of the Unknown God.
But the swords…
He wasn't familiar with them.
He had seen variations of the symbol before, but not this.
Damon stared at the statue and the swords, ignoring the city entirely.
Gotrog paused when he saw Damon stop. The balrog closed his eyes and muttered a short prayer to the Goddess of Doom, then raised his claw and made the symbol of the two crossing swords.
Not worship.
Honor.
