A brief stalemate was broken by an impatient male voice: "I'll go scout ahead, this damned place looks sinister. The sooner we understand the situation, the sooner we can act!" The speaker was a guy dressed in brown leather armor, with two short-handled war axes hanging from his waist, looking like someone who dabbled in both wizardry and knighthood. He was evidently quite confident in his skills and didn't want to waste time here; before he finished speaking, he swiftly moved forward towards a relatively open, rocky slope with agile movements. The other three, including a witch holding a magic wand with faint green vine shadows entwining around her, a young warlock dressed in a lavish robe with an arrogant expression, and a skinny man crouching on the ground quickly sketching probing runes with his fingers, merely watched coldly or continued their investigation, neither stopping him nor following. The Duke also remained still, but his Eye of Darkness had silently activated, with shadow perception spreading out while his spiritual power was highly focused, alert to any anomalies. This place felt very off to him, and the premature actions of the one who moved first seemed unwise in his view. The speed of the man in the brown leather armor was very fast, with a few strides he had charged nearly a hundred meters, appearing about to cross a seemingly unremarkable gray-white stone slab half-buried in the ground. Just as his right foot was about to step over the stone, it seemed to come alive, with an oily, multicolored bizarre sheen flashing across its surface. The man's running figure suddenly stumbled, as if an invisible force had tugged hard at his ankle, or like he stepped onto a block of ice smeared with super lubricant.
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