Two sealed containers quietly float above the fountain square, slowly rotating under the amber light.
One test tube contains salty fingers, with blue light contrasting eerily with the pale fingers.
Another container holds the graffiti ball, its surface flickering with runes, faint buzzing heard from within.
The atmosphere in the square subtly shifted the moment the sealing was completed.
Nine wizards were scattered around the square, maintaining a distance both near and far from each other.
Their gazes landed on those two containers, yet no one spoke first.
"Division of spoils" is not a term of refinement, but everyone present understood it was what needed to be done next.
The deep blue-robed warlock lightly coughed, breaking the silence: "Two eerie objects, nine people. What are your thoughts?"
