But whether that was truly what the masters meant, Thyrran still found himself needing to come up with something, because clearly the subject was an anomaly.
Because below them, the same mortal who had been trembling just moments ago was now walking around calmly while lighting the braziers in succession.
Every time one lit up, the mortal would start fanning it with both hands, and all the guardians stood by to watch as the flames actually grew, coaxed by that insane hand-fanning of his.
Since when could such a thing be done?
And what kind of artifact was that strange little object that could not even be detected and somehow bypassed the chamber's suppression?
Finally, the mortal reached the fifth brazier, and the guardians looked toward Thyrran, silently asking what they were supposed to do now.
However, before the serpentine guardian could respond, the mortal's call echoed from the veil below.
