At the activation of Rayven's skill, he soon found traces of gathered mana. There were faint clusters of mana across the rubble, each one like a buried core.
'There… four of them. They feel different though…' He mused.
He then pointed at different piles of stone. "They're hiding. I can see four. Waiting to ambush… or maybe scared and hiding from you all."
Drosk smiled after hearing his words. He knew that they really had to give Rayven a larger share of their total rewards later on.
Everything had become so easy because of Rayven's sensitivity to mana.
"Good. Saves us a lot of guessing."
"Alright…" Victor said, raising a wrapped sword. "Let's crack them open. Stick close and don't get careless. Though they're weak, their stone spit can sting your eyes."
The group moved as Drosk directed. He and Victor took the lead, stepping up to the first rubble pile Rayven had pointed out.
"On three…" Drosk muttered.
They both swung down hard!
Thud! Thud!
