At the entrance of the cave, there was a deep trench covered with a thin layer of wooden planks. As the Undead Guard walked on it, it made hollow sounds, catching his attention. However, just when he was about to see if there was anything below, something on the other side of the wooden bridge caught his eye.
It was a piece of pitch-black metal.
This fragment looked utterly insignificant, something that anyone would overlook. A dull gray piece, perhaps from a shattered pickaxe, a shovel, or part of an adventurer's armor; such things were all too common in an abandoned mine like this.
However, this shard immediately captivated the Messenger's full attention.
Ignoring the wooden bridge, he raised his hand, and an invisible force drew up the fragment, clutching it in his hand. The Messenger gave it a slight inspection and couldn't help but lift an eyebrow—as Fang Hong had guessed, someone like him was ever suspicious, and he might have earlier doubted that the fragment was a trap.
