Ego-Items
Eisen stood there in front of his magic workstations, his hand over his face as he was trying to figure out what exactly was going on. Why did he say that just now? Why did he speak as if he had made something like that before?
His mind was just hazy as if he was drunk, and he had no idea what exactly he was doing or was supposed to be doing, but then, all of a sudden, that feeling of haziness disappeared together with the feeling of Eisen feeling like something was wrong. Eisen simply felt... Ecstatic.