Ian stood frozen a few feet away, struggling to keep the awe off his face. He had seen plenty of incredible things in his time—spells that kill sea serpents in one hit, swords that sang ancient hymns, even dragons bound in chains.
But never had he seen someone use a high-grade communication orb like it was a casual household trinket. It's a rare artifact, a crystal sphere that shimmered like starlight, pulsing softly with the magical residue of dimensional ether.
Most nobles wouldn't dare to touch it without a mage present; the mana they need to use it and how expensive the orb is make the communication orb special. Sienna-Rose, however, sat cross-legged on a driftwood log, barefoot and slightly blood-smeared, nonchalantly cradling the glowing orb in her palm as though it were a child's toy.
