Richard slowly moved with the mirror tube in hand, magnifying and bringing the scene of the hill closer to him, revealing some details.
The hill had clearly undergone a fierce battle, with the ground churned up and streaked with scorch marks. Gregory could see no trace, unsure whether he had won or lost in the battle, let alone whether he was alive or dead.
Suddenly, Richard's eyebrows lifted, spotting a black shadow moving with its back to him through the telescope, walking out from the edge of the field of view, until it fully appeared at the center, looking down as if inspecting something.
Inspecting what?
As Richard pondered, the next moment he saw the figure suddenly turn its head sharply, appearing to look straight into the telescope. Richard's gaze collided with that of the figure's through the mirror tube instantly.
For a moment, Richard felt as if lightning bolted from the figure's pupils, piercing his eyes with pain.
Is this... the true wizard of the present world?