Noah turned back around and looked at the chamber properly.
Running the length of the space on both sides stood a bunch of statues.
Seven on the left. Seven on the right. Each one looked like a knight carved from the same dark stone as the walls, standing roughly fifteen feet tall, fully armored in plate with visors down, gauntlets wrapped around weapons built to the same scale as the figures holding them. The first on the left held a broadsword, the blade alone as long as a grown man is tall. Beside it a war hammer with a head the size of a millstone. Further down a spear, a curved polearm, an axe with a blade wide enough to use as a door, a flail with chain links as thick as a fist, and at the far end a double-bladed weapon Noah had no name for, two edges angling off a central handle in opposite directions.
