The changes in the ruins rapidly drew the attention of everyone there. Broken stones were continually flung out of the crumbling ruins. A sinister black aura lingered around them, and the rocks that were covered by it plummeted into the snow. In no time, a deep pit appeared in the snow.
The black aura had initially seeped out from the ruins' debris, but it swiftly drilled out from other places. It joined and clung to the summit of Dragonspine Snow Mountain, turning the previously snow-white mountain peak black. That black atmosphere seems to have emptied the entire Dragonspine Snow Mountain.
"Sylvan, what did you do to the ruins?"
Antonio, who was in his 20s again, turned around and looked at Sylvan; his voice was gentle and pleasant.
"Master, I did not do anything."
Sylvan shook his head in response to seeing Antonio in such a state.
