Luciano sat up on the bed with the glowing orb cupped gently in his palm. Holding it up to his eye, he gazed in awe at the mesmerising energy pulsing within. It swirled and danced like a miniature galaxy trapped inside a glass sphere. The faint golden hues cast an ethereal glow across his face, painting the dark room in an otherworldly light. With his hand, he ran his fingertips over the glassy surface.
How on earth was he supposed to capture the elusive pixies with this strange orb? Was it not supposed to be a noose?
He could not even ask Aurelius about it, because then he would be selling out not only Grim, who he admittedly did not mind throwing under the bus, but Asmara too. He did not want to mess with a chronomancer that he was indebted to.
