Year 1500

The room is quiet. The only sound is Laurent breathing and putting his tools aside. The room is dirty, Broken sculptures laying everywhere. Evidence of what he has been trying to achieve all these years.

He picks up the book and reads the forbidden spell. He has sacrificed so much already, should this not work would he lose it all. He is already mad but can it get worse? Now just for the final part of the ritual. He cuts his and with the blood draws on the statue of his dead lover.

He takes a few steps back. The silence is killing him. Laurent stares at the statue. Why is it not moving? He falls to his knees, his head drops in his hands. He's slowly getting consumed by the despair. That until the statue slowly starts moving and taking color.