Carson Flores's Incarnation left, carrying away the corpse of that unknown fallen Quasi-Saint.
Very soon, Carson could no longer sense the presence of his Incarnation; clearly, it had already been dragged into some unknown Otherworldly Space.
Now there really shouldn't be anyone who can find that senior's corpse anymore, right?
Carson walked back into the room from the doorway and also began searching around inside. Just as he walked past a row of wooden shelves, an unfamiliar voice suddenly sounded in his mind.
"On the shelf, the third oil lamp."
Carson was startled, the hairs on his back standing up in an instant.
Besides himself and his companions, there was someone else here!
Who was it?
Carson's first instinct was to pass this information to Varric Combs, but before he could open his mouth, the voice echoed in his mind again.
"If you want my Life-bound Magic Treasure to fall into your companion's hands, then go ahead and tell them."
Me?
Life-bound Magic Treasure?
