On the stone platform, there was a golden balance scale, with a black cat nestling beside it. It asked the first question while extending its pink tongue and licking its paw, completely bored.

But when this question fell into everyone's ears, it was like a greeting from the Grim Reaper. It felt as if at the next moment, its scythe would chop off everyone's necks and harvest their souls.

The dark mist became thinner, and the visibility had exceeded fifty meters, but the environment on the scene remained dim and eerily silent.

The cat-like statues in various poses in the jungle seemed to be ready to awaken at any moment and pounce on everyone.