And then, Dila slowly opened her tight hand, fingers uncoiling with purpose. In a faint shimmer of light and soft static hum, her magical staff materialized... tall, elegant, and shining with ethereal energy. The Archane Staff.
She gave it a casual, graceful twirl, the orbiting magical shards around its head gliding through the air like stars in motion.
Then—clang!
She struck the base of the staff firmly onto the metal floor. A sharp, resonating pulse echoed through the lab, sending a brief wave of magic across the room, making even the glowing herbs flicker slightly in response.
Zeon, now leaning lazily against the wall with his arms crossed, raised an eyebrow and chuckled.
"Hm. Show-off," he muttered, a crooked grin tugging at his lips.
Zib, on the other hand, gasped like someone had been stabbed. He practically dropped the tray of capsules in his hand.
"W-Wait—wait! Is that… Is that the Archane Staff?!"
