At the same time that Noland Lee and Denise Green were making the Capacitor Pack Device Spirits,
inside Selena's study room.
Selena was leaning on a chair with a dozen magic pens rapidly writing characters in front of her.
The sounds of the pens moving swiftly did not cease, urgent in their fluidity.
One reply after another was sent out by her Magic Messengers, and one letter after another was brought in, placed on her desk.
As a busy, powerful woman, Selena had as many as twenty Magic Messengers.
These white shells, trailing bubbles and hovering in the air, did only two things—teleport and drop off envelopes, or take another letter and teleport away.
Round and round it went, an endless loop, day after day.
After more than ten days of continuous work, right up until the day before Yorksim was to pay tribute to the sea monsters, the pace of the incoming letters finally began to slow.
Selena rubbed her temples with her pale fingers and sighed,
