Chapter 569
"Looks like it," Ian replied quietly.
Even at a glance, the cracks running across the talisman were all too clear.
—What a pity.
As Yog’s laughter-tinged whisper echoed, Thesaya pouted and put on a woeful face.
"I think it’s my fault. I pushed too much magic into it earlier, and it must have strained the talisman."
"Well, it would have ended up like this eventually anyway," Ian said calmly.
His mind flashed back to the information window he’d checked when he first got the talisman. He hadn't paid it any mind then, but its durability hadn’t been high by any stretch of the imagination. Of course, if they had been more careful, they might have gotten another use or two out of it, but in the end, it was bound to break like this.
"You think so?" Thesaya asked, staring down at the cap in a deflated voice.
Ian only shrugged in response.
"Row—" Sanford’s shout rang out.
As Hashim’s commands boomed in succession, Sanford added, "Elder! Sir! Are you alright?"
"Yeah! We’re fine!" Thesaya immediately replied.