Calveb carefully picked up a stick, inspecting it as he arrived before a section of the ship's deck, crouching as he made a small diagram, sensing a cool sensation immediately, smirking. "Alright, it works perfectly."
"The effect is greater than the Talisman Pastel the Clan gave me." He then snorted as he complained inwardly, "Of course, not only did they only give me half a Talisman Pastel, the quality was also subpar. The talismans I had created during the other trials only functioned at a quarter of their usual efficiency."
