She arranged the magic artifacts in order, terrified of messing up their placement.
The Eye of Beast God went in the very center—supposedly, this thing could communicate with spirits.
The moment she set it down, she felt like that stone was "staring" right at her. Spooked, she quickly stepped back two paces, her skin crawling.
She couldn't help but mutter internally: Is there really a Beast God in this world?
The thought brought to mind those times she'd used "The Beast God sent me a dream" as an excuse—now she was inexplicably guilty, nerves creeping in.
She silently recited: Lord Beast God, I meant no offense—please be gracious and don't hold it against me, let's not get petty here.
Finishing her mantra, she hurriedly distanced herself from the Eye of Beast God.
The Staff of Nature looked a lot like a magic wand—who knew who cooked that up?
Luna Sutton gave it a few waves, but the magic wand didn't budge, not even a single spark.
