Entry into New Life

There was one thing about all these statues—they didn't feel like statues. Nah, that would've been too easy, too safe. No, these things looked alive. Not just alive—frozen mid-breath, like they'd just been yanked out of some otherworldly nightmare and paused right before they could tear into reality. Their eyes weren't cold or hollow; they were sharp, intelligent, watching.

Every detail, from the ripple of imaginary muscle under stone skin to the faint tension in claws or teeth, screamed, "We're just waiting for the right moment."

And the energy? Hell, it flowed. The magical circle sprawled across the entire estate pulsed like a heartbeat, endless streams of pure, raw power coursing through every carved monstrosity. If Parker had been around—hell, if he was conscious—he would've clocked it immediately.

Omni Energy. Endless, infinite, and right now, feeding these statues like some cursed IV drip from the universe itself.