The initially vibrant stone lost its colors shortly after I picked it up, turning into an ordinary rock. We all widened our eyes in surprise. Others picked up stones as well, only to experience the same result.
"There might be only one true seven-colored stone among these!" I remarked, eyeing the remaining vibrant stones. With countless stones here, determining which was genuine posed a challenge. On our way, we had already killed several shamans, including the one praying in this room.
It wouldn't be long before the shamans regrouped and launched an attack. Our time was limited, so we searched quickly, considering how we might efficiently identify the real seven-colored stone.
Suddenly, the door swung open, and a middle-aged lizardman in red entered. The sight of his attire gave me a h
