Angele’s sight blurred for a second. He could feel the heat from his eyes. When he looked toward the direction again, he could now see what was happening clearly.
"It’s an…altar. A stone altar." He recognized the object right away.
A gray altar sat quietly in a remote area. There was no one around it.
Green veins and black roots twisted around the altar. It looked old and the gray stone base had already started cracking. Some dried yellow leaves were blown into the air by the wind.
A pink crystal rune was floating over the stone altar, which looked like a crystal accessory.
It was a triangular crystal rune made from the pink crystal. A crescent moon, a math symbol, and a money symbol were marked on its three corners.
There was an eye-shaped rune in the center.
The eye-shaped rune was supported by a tiny scale.
The crystal rune was the source of the pink light dots.
"What’s that?" Angele wondered.
