Third Person's POV
The scroll shone sharply even through the storm.
A pulse of concentrated mana spread from it the moment it appeared.
To everyone else, it looked like the final life saving treasure of a cornered old man forced into using his last resort.
But to old man Caspian, it was something entirely different.
Seeing the shining blue scroll in the old man's trembling hands, Arlene's beautiful, cloudy eyes widened immediately.
Unable to hide the amazement and excitement that rose within her, she turned toward the armored aura master and asked in an amazed tone, though the answer was already clear in her own heart,
"Is that… a rank four inscribed spell scroll, Mister?"
Her voice carried both disbelief and anticipation, as treasures of such a level were not things one casually encountered in the wild, let alone saw being used before one's eyes.
The armoured aura master kept his gaze fixed upon old Caspian while replying in a calm and steady voice,
