...This stuff is quite potent.
"Since it's supposed to dissolve in blood... may I touch it?"
Annan asked, "Or would that contaminate it?"
"How could that be, feel free to touch it."
Salvatore couldn't help but laugh, "If it could be contaminated that easily, it would not be the Philosopher's Stone. Even if you scatter dust in it, it won't be contaminated.
"But be careful. Although it appears to be as liquid as water, its weight is close to that of mercury of the same volume, much heavier than it looks. If you're not careful, you might break a bone."
Seeing Annan about to step forward, Salvatore reminded him.
Annan nodded, "Got it."
As he approached the ritual site, he clearly felt waves of heat hitting his face.
Just getting a bit closer, the temperature rose significantly, and sweat soon soaked through Annan's body. The overly hot air made it difficult to breathe, and even his eyeballs felt scorched.
It was like being in a boiler room... No, hotter than a boiler room.