"Another original spell?" Alamir's face was full of surprise, "This is no small achievement…"
"After copying a thousand spell scrolls, one develops a bit of their own understanding of magic," the Scholar said with a shy smile and then began to rub his eyes, "To share a vision, you need a special casting material... Aha! This is it—a caster's own eyelash!"
"Good thing it's not an eyeball," Bruto muttered to Lancelot, "otherwise that'd be really horrifying."
"The higher the cost, the stronger the effect of the magic, but this spell doesn't need such an exaggerated catalyst…"
Kalalin pulled out a noticeably thicker scroll, pressed a small eyelash from his thumb onto the red circle in the center of the scroll, then uttered a strange syllable. This caused the scroll's mysterious arcane runes to all light up and form a dark green halo in the air, linking everyone's heads together.