Astrea continued working nonstop as her friends took a short break to recover from overexhaustion.
One talisman.
Then another.
And another.
The young lady's quill moved across the talisman. She channeled her mana, turning it into magical ink as she carefully copied the runes from Nessia's instructions onto each piece of magical paper.
Having made several talismans, she had already memorized the entire process.
Even then, she never weakened her focus, refusing to be careless.
After all, a single misplaced rune could cause the talisman to malfunction. Considering the amount of these things they needed, she couldn't afford to make mistakes.
'Thirty-eight…'
Astrea silently counted the number of talismans she had completed.
She glanced at Chuck and Lapiz, who were both still sleeping peacefully on the couches.
Neither of them showed signs of waking up.
