Until he suddenly noticed a huge crystal slate from the corner of his eye.
The crystal slate was very neat and laid flat on the ground.
Its surroundings and surface were covered in a grey sticky liquid.
The liquid was still burning, and the temperature had not subsided.
Matthew looked at the crack nearby again.
That part had also been roasted by the extremely high temperature, turning into a clump of resin-like substance, almost sticking together.
"Olorin!"
Matthew couldn't help but think of his name.
Until this moment.
Only then did such a message pop up on the data panel.
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[Hint: You have noticed that the handiwork here is the handiwork of your contracted undead, the Lich Olorin. Ten minutes ago, he released a fireball here...]
..
"Fireball?"
Matthew looked around and could not help but rub his chin.
The contract between him and Olorin was rather special.
