This Precarious Watcher brought Igor not just surprise, but waves of confusion.
Especially that Illusion Spell, which Igor couldn't fathom at all.
Whose magical power is this, why do it, do others see these dangers from their perspective too?
These things, which shouldn't have been issues, slowly took root and grew into a towering tree in Igor's heart, making him restless.
"Is this Illusion Spell something left here deliberately?" Igor asked in bewilderment.
"Possibly, but nobody knows for sure now," Douglas replied gently.
"The wisdom of the ancestors always surprises us, yet here we just can't understand how such an Illusion Spell was formed," Amoon sighed, his tone filled with reluctance and helplessness.
"So you're saying, this rock, no, I mean this mountain, seems to be man-made then." Reflecting on his spontaneous admiration for nature earlier, he felt he had been too impulsive.
This is certainly not the work of nature, what's the point in admiring nature for this?
