"Hold it and input a strand of spiritual power."
Duke followed the instructions.
The badge in his palm slightly heated up, followed by a very subtle, tentacle-like force probing into his spiritual sea, gently touching his soul imprint—not invading, but registering, imprinting, confirming.
After a moment, that force withdrew.
The temperature of the badge returned to normal.
Duke lowered his gaze to his palm, the silver-grey badge lay quietly, the pattern of the Six-Ring Tower slightly glowing under his fingertips, then dimming.
Binding complete.
The witch signaled for him to step aside and let the next person come forward.
Duke moved to the side, and with a thought, the Six-Ring Badge was absorbed into his body, positioned on the back of his right hand.
He sent a strand of spiritual power into the badge's interior, and a transparent light screen unfolded before his eyes, densely packed menu options layered like a miniaturized virtual library.
