Inside

As Eisen kept flying toward the Statue that was actively buckling under its own weight, he was trying to do his best to prevent destruction and death wherever he could, but it was tough. The best thing that he could do right now was reach Silber. The God of the Mountain's skin was practically peeling off. Thousands of years of wind carrying dirt and sand had covered it in another layer of rock on top of the one that had appeared because of the curse. Due to those pieces of rock, though, it seemed like Silber wasn't falling to the ground yet, as though it was propping him up.