Half a day after Anvis departed, two figures cloaked in magic robes silently appeared amid the skeletal ruins of a house that had been 'burnt' down.
Despite the word 'flame' in its name, Death Spirit Flames actually draw solely on negative energy and souls for fuel. Once the power stored in the ring was exhausted, the chilling flames died down.
"There's a faint scent of Dark Crow here; although it's light, there's no mistake, he must have stopped here before. Those few were dealt with by some kind of illusion trap, and no other magic power traces were detected."
The person standing on the left squatted down, picked up a handful of peculiarly pale-colored soil, and after conducting a magical check, concluded.
"The last direction of the scent seems to point towards the border of the Silver Moon Kingdom."
"It seems he must not have lost all his strength, or at least he can still mobilize it in some way."
Nodding in agreement, the mage on the right was not surprised by this.
