A moment later, Jared retracted his spiritual sense, and Flaxseed stopped shaking his bell.
Both Pascal and his son were pale, and when they looked at the giant sleigh bell in Flaxseed's hand, they had terror in their eyes.
“Dad, what's the point of spending all that time in solitary if the magical item you forged is completely useless against his bell?” Sherman complained.
Pascal was silent, for he could not wrap his mind around what was happening. He had been in seclusion for such a long time, and yet, the weapon he forged seemed useless.
Could the bells really be frightened by the other bell?
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