Cypher was actually rather curious.
At the very beginning, the totems at the altar had bound these ominous black substances within them.
It was not until he accidentally broke that fragile balance that the ominous force within the totems was released.
But the four Iron Guardians before him looked to be at the peak of their strength, receiving entirely different treatment from those crooked, battered stone statues outside.
Not only were they not bound here, they were constantly drawing upon the essence of the central statue to replenish themselves.
Cypher still held a trace of hostility toward the statue. After all, it had toyed with him before; fortunately, he was skilled enough to avoid trouble.
Besides, although he could see the candle-flame-like magical essence within the statue being continuously licked by black mist,
whether the statue was passive or acting of its own accord remained unknown.
Fortunately, one thing was certain.
Through the gaps in the steel armor, black mist could be seen swirling endlessly within.
From this, he could conclude that these armored guards were definitely enemies!
Wait...
Cypher's expression darkened.
He suddenly thought of something.
What if the Bone Dragon from before and the statue here belonged to the same faction?
The Bone Dragon had barely been able to contend with the ominous force by relying on the totems.
But now, after bringing him here, the Bone Dragon's soul had scattered and vanished.
Could those totems still suppress the ominous force?
A trace of regret surfaced in Cypher's heart, but all he could do was pray that the totems would hold out until he obtained the opportunity here.
Once he broke the seal and regained the ability to cast spells,
he would have the means to try returning there and deal with those hidden dangers.
"Expecto Patronum."
Cypher