Leech returned to his room, holding the wondrous, gem-adorned staff.
After closing the door, he eagerly began to channel his Spiritual Power into it.
In total, it consumed twenty of his spiritual units.
The gem suddenly burst into light.
The light was very soft, not glaring at all, but its range was limited. It was like a fluorescent glow in the dark of night.
If a candle had been lit, this faint light would have been negligible.
"And then?"
Leech was bewildered.
He shook the gem-adorned staff, but there was no reaction.
No Fireball Skill, no Wind Blade Skill.
"That's it?"
'Did I just waste twenty units of Spiritual Energy like that? I'll need a long night's sleep to get that back!'
But Leech wasn't ready to give up.
There was wine on the table, so he poured himself a glass.
The weather was a bit warm, and the wine, which had been sitting out for a while, was lukewarm and didn't taste very good.
'It would taste better chilled.'
