***A few days, or weeks, prior***
Henry Esprit
I was in the middle of my dads talisman and spell training. We were in the dining room and the dinner table and I had been working on infusing my spiritual energy more efficiently into a talisman. After infusing over one hundred talismans, my dad finally seemed satisfied with my progress. "I think it's time to move on."
He left the room for a bit and went upstairs. When he came back he was carrying some sheets of black paper and a matching black brush. He came over to the table and sat them down. "What are these?" I asked, reaching for one of the papers. He swatted my hand away and began to speak. "Ultimate talisman paper."
He could see the puzzled expression on my face and began explaining. "Ultimate talismans are basically your signature move. The strength of them far outclasses that of a normal talisman, but their creation complexity is far more difficult as well."
