The next instant it shone lightly while a long thin ribbon descended slowly from it. 'Think of the underground basement now, the secret place to enter through this token,' the old man said.
'But I dunno what it looks like.'
'Just imagine anything, anything will do.'
Jim closed his eyes for a moment and recalled the closest memory to his heart; the spell class. He had a positive feeling towards there and he simply imagined himself using the token to enter through a shining door and ending up inside a wide and spacious class like the spell class.
And that class was situated deep under the game flying field.
"Ouch!"
Just before he could open his eyes, he felt a stinging pain in his hand holding the medal. He checked and found a simple wound and that let the medal be drenched in his red blood.
"Weird," Rana muttered, "but anyway it's just a small wound."
