"Although I have always known you to be a man skilled at creating miracles, the opponent has already summoned a meteor. Do you have any good strategies to counter them?"
"The simplest way would certainly be to invite Triss over and use a Gold Stage spell to retaliate and let those guys reap what they sow, but I estimate it won't be that easy, so, I decided to implement Plan B."
Murphy shrugged his shoulders and patted his psychic package.
Two oddly shaped black obelisks were thrown at his feet. Under Turner's astonished gaze, His Excellency the Governor took out two energy blocks glowing with an eerie blue sheen and placed them into the obelisks, with actions reminiscent of inserting batteries into children's toys.
It seemed as if these two items might suddenly start swaying and sing the foreign song "What is your father's father called" in the next moment.
But evidence suggests that in this unreliable Age of Chaos, the creations left behind by the creator are still reliable.
