"Gurgle gurgle..."
"Sizzle sizzle sizzle..."
A viscous, grey-black liquid emitting a faint, decaying stench.
It seeped through the mountain crevices and fell into the river valley on one side of the ridge, flowing towards the foot of the mountain.
Tuck observed the legendary remains he had thrown away, now being corroded by the black, viscous liquid with a hissing sound.
Standing on the steps, Tuck looked up along the river valley, a hint of concern in his brows.
"This strange black liquid is very dangerous."
"It should..."
"Not reach up here."
"Who knows what ritual is being conducted deep in the Divine Mountain, but the power of curses and corrosion has already begun to infiltrate outward."
"If one is on the Divine Mountain at this time without powerful protection, they might just die in this terrifying ritual confrontation."
"However..."
Faintly sensing the slightly trembling Divine Mountain ecology, Tuck pondered thoughtfully.