Viola understood Clark, deeply knowing that he never spoke recklessly.
When he said he was confident of retreating, it meant he had his trump cards and reliance.
In the face of her mentor's exhibited confidence, Viola's wildly pounding heart actually slowly settled in the calmness of his words, and her reason, scorched by anxiety, began to regain the upper hand.
She closed her eyes, remaining silent for a moment.
When she reopened them, the panic in her eyes had been replaced by the sharpness of a decision.
"Alright."
Viola hesitated no longer, decisively taking out from her storage witchcraft device a transparent crystal the size of a fingernail, with liquid starlight seemingly swirling inside.
She placed it into Clark's hand:
