The burly man tore off his outer robe, revealing the dark red, scale-like Inner Armor beneath.
His muscles bulged, and his entire body radiated a thick, bloody stench.
He crossed his arms, a wide grin splitting his face, and stared at Ian like a hunter gazes at prey caught in a trap.
"So you are here, 'Magic Potion Genius'." The burly man licked his lips.
"Phoenix was right. You're particularly interested in the 'Stone' here... We've been following you the whole time."
Behind him stood a man and a woman, both dressed in Deep Red Long Robes, their gazes cold and sinister.
The Warlock toyed with a Crystal Ball that continuously oozed blood, while a dark red, bloody mist coiled around the Witch's fingertips.
Ian's gaze swept over the three of them, finally landing at the burly man's feet.
There were a few inconspicuous drops of dried, dark red powder.
It was the tracking powder from the Deep Red corpse back at the tunnel entrance.
