Twilight frowned as her eyes went forward towards the pillar-esque statue of Anonymous in the middle of the garden, locked into a pose that was at once intimidating, powerful, and beautiful. The ring of guards saluted and made way as she and the other royals walked up to the sealed human, the mood falling more and more the longer they stayed close to it, an unnatural, impacable, and entirely menacing pressure exuding from the statue.