[Peak of the Abandoned Mountain – Kent's POV]
Kent walked back, sat down, and started to stare at the giant stone.
It had a brown color with a mixture of red and black.
The surface looked polished, like someone had meticulously spent a great deal of time polishing it. That part was strange, and it caught Kent's attention.
He examined it using his divine senses, but regardless of what he thought, the outcome remained obvious before his eyes: the stone was just an ordinary stone that happened to have a rather classic color combination and a well-polished surface.
Then there were the markings.
Those, too, were but mere markings to Kent.
There were fourteen of them, and each had a different length, depth, and shape. None had anything in common for Kent to take as a point of reference.
In a way, they were mere markings made by a swordsman, no doubt.
Perhaps they were bored and chose to tap into their hidden art talent.
