The emerald-green Fishman skeleton crystal bore faint cracks, marks left from being struck earlier.
Over forty units of Spiritual Power were poured into it, disappearing without a trace, like a fish in the ocean.
There was no response, but he was already used to it.
Unlike an energy-storing staff, this wasn't some wondrous artifact for storing Spiritual Power. It was just like a rock. However, records in the books at Longship Castle convinced Leech that this "Dragon Ore Gem" had to be useful for something.
Under the flickering torchlight, Corpse Ghost Aina, who was playing a game with the Red-haired Earthling, looked over. Her expressive abilities were constantly improving, and she was even raising the Red-haired Earthling's skills along with her own.
Confined spaces are a form of torture for intelligent beings, but Corpse Ghosts seemed to have no such issue. They have a natural love for darkness and sleeping in coffins.
