"Even in the Ethereal Realm, it's rare to see someone with such an artifact," Rohan remarked, his curiosity piqued. "It requires teleportation magecraft to create storage items like that."
Ignoring the murmurs from the crowd, Jacob set up the Divine Cauldron with practiced ease. He then took out a tuft of Grus Divina, holding it up for all to see.
Hill's frown deepened as he watched. "What are you doing with that?" he demanded, his voice rising.
Without warning, he leaped toward Jacob, intent on snatching the herb away. Reacting just in time, Rohan grabbed Hill to stop him.
"What are you doing, Mr. Hackett?" Rohan asked, scowling as he held Hill back. "You can't just attack him!"
"Grus Divina! How did it end up in his possession?" Hill howled, his voice a mixture of anger and desperation.
"Why can't I possess the Grus Divina?" Jacob questioned, his tone challenging. "Does it belong to you?"