"Gurgle gurgle!"
A string of tiny bubbles surfaced on the lake as Richard emerged from the water.
The lake was now very calm; some time had passed since the carbon dioxide had erupted, and the concentration of carbon dioxide in the center area had started to decrease continually.
But, out of safety considerations, Richard still had an oxygen tank on his back and wore a bird-beak-shaped oxygen mask, keeping his respiratory system completely isolated from the outside world.
"Huff huff huff..."
His breathing echoed continuously inside the mask as Richard stepped onto the shore, scanning the surroundings through the crystal lenses—although he had already seen it using the Eye of Gaze at the bottom of the lake, now it looked even more real with his own eyes.
He saw that the shore was littered with motionless Black Robed Wizards, lying haphazardly with no sign of breath.
"Dead."
"Dead."
"Dead."
"This one's dead too."
