His gaze was completely captivated by the object Raylo held in his hands.
It was a crystalline object, the size of a human head, that looked as if it had been carved from the finest jade.
Raylo cupped it in his palms, its halo of light pulsing faintly and rhythmically.
Each pulse sent out a visible green ripple of light, brimming with immense Life Force.
That aura was so pure, so dense.
Master Barnaby's breath caught in his throat.
His eyes, once cloudy and filled with impatience, were now wide and round.
His mouth fell slightly agape.
His entire body froze on the spot, like a statue hit by a Petrification Technique.
"This... This is..."
Master Barnaby couldn't tear his eyes away.
He lunged forward with a speed unbecoming of an elderly Mage.
He rushed right up to Raylo, only to stop abruptly about half a meter away.
The impatience on his face was replaced by an expression of solemnity, something akin to the reverence of a pilgrim.
