The short and stocky Warlock retrieved a bundle of Burst Rune Scrolls from inside his leather armor, rubbing the trigger line on the edge of each scroll for a while before gritting his teeth and stuffing them into a crevice beneath a piece of weathered rock.
The gaunt Warlock unhooked several smoke bombs from his waist that could interfere with spiritual power perception, planting them at intervals along the gravel periphery of the watchtower, his swift actions unable to conceal the beads of cold sweat seeping from his forehead.
The two exchanged a brief glance and then simultaneously detonated the runes and smoke bombs they had set.
The Burst Runes were activated almost instantly, with deep red flames bursting forth from the rocky crevice, sending fragments of rock and dust skyward, roiling into an ever-expanding cloud of gray-black smoke above the eastern side of the mining area.
