A bright light shone in the surrounding area as the sticky black liquid made a sizzling sound, turning into gray ashes.
"Mana burns these things?"
Eryke the Third thought, "Are these things weak to mana?"
Although this discovery wasn't much helpful to him because he used the spell to attack the shadows, his attention, however, was on the gray ashes.
This was the only thing he felt was helpful to him right now, and he didn't have any discernible idea on what else could be helpful.
Anyways, as he looked at the ashes, he lifted them in his hand and threw them away.
Nothing happened.
He tried to supply mana to it again, but still, nothing happened, and he was left empty.
He punched the ashes, but still, there was no reaction. He dug a hole in the ground and planted some of it to observe, then left it for a while.
Eryke the Third tried everything he could possibly imagine, but none of them worked. It was just like normal, ordinary ashes, with nothing extraordinary to see.
