Ronan quickly picked up the item Dudor the Third had spat out.
He discovered it was a black metal slab with jagged edges, extraordinarily heavy, emanating an intense rune fluctuation, with some glowing fragment-like material floating on one side.
Ronan attempted to touch it with his hand and found he could move it slightly.
Flipping to the other side, it was completely bare.
Just as Ronan was frowning in study, Jason came walking briskly towards him, holding several items.
"Damien, I think we need to discuss properly, about how to handle so many items..."
Ronan noticed Jason's cheerful demeanor, but halfway, as he approached the center of the platform, Jason's smile suddenly halted, replaced by an expression that was neither solemn nor odd, his eyes fixed straight behind Ronan. He slowly spoke, "Damien, behind you..."
"Whoosh—"
A gust of warm wind with a hint of rot blew from behind.
Someone was gently blowing air at Ronan's back!
