"Oh...My god!"

Marvin's mouth dropped as he looked at the magic chips on the floor.

Cecelia’s hands rested on her hips, looked around and counted quickly. "There are 20 or 30 magic chips in the size of the one on Damon's head. That's enough to practice, isn't it? Marvin? Marvin!"

Marvin was so surprised that Cecelia had to call him twice.

"That's enough! That’s enough! Presbyter Cecelia!"

Cecelia nodded loosely.

They were in the square in front of the Farris Building, where Marsha had fought with Nathan and Cecelia. When Marvin said that the magic chip was the result of a powerful magical collision, both of them immediately thought of...