Black Glasses raised a hand to wipe the water off his sunglasses. Sniffing the air as the scent grew stronger, he brought his hand close to his nose and smelled it. "It's lamp oil."
As Black Glasses finished speaking, the three of them tilted their heads back to look at the lava-like, cone-shaped rocks above, where drop after drop of lamp oil was splashing down near their feet.
Black Glasses's first reaction was to run. "Run!" he shouted, taking the lead and sprinting backward.
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